They had very little time left together before he had to leave, and he did want to spend as much of it with her as he could. Lately, it has almost bee... painful when he was away from her. "I'm going to miss you, Sis," he finally said.He heard her inhale sharply. "Do you really mean that?" she asked. "I thought you hated it when I followed you around."Chad closed his eyes and smiled. "Sometimes it bugs me," he admitted, "but I do want to spend some time with you before I go. I have never been. .? Then he slapped my face, only lightly but enough to startle me; I gave a cry and stumbled backwards."Upstairs. Bath." He showed me the six-pack of beer in his left hand. "I'm going to drink two of these and expect you downstairs. Don't dry yourself, come down wet. And fucking clean." He turned and walked into my living room; I heard him changing the channels on my tv, and then the sound of a can cracking open. "BATH!!" he shouted abruptly.I flinched. My feet turned me and took me up. Wendy and I have been sharing a shower for a number of years since we took her to a stone age village and Wendy asked how often they washed as the answer was not very often Wendy decided to if they could do it so could she she didn’t shower or wash for a few days Mom was away as usually so I decided to take drastic action this involved taking Wendy to the bathroom removing all her clothes and mine and we took a shower together Wendy was fascinated by a certain part of my anatomy which grew in. Mr. Hanover had been paroled four weeks ago and had died from a massive heart attack within two weeks -- two weeks before his fiftieth wedding anniversary. And today, the day of the anniversary, his widow had taken out her grief and rage. Dad had stepped out of the station, on his way to meet Mom for lunch, and Mrs. Hanover had shot him twice in the chest. I was asking God why the hell he couldn't take me when Brad ruffled my bangs and plopped down on the bench beside me."He's not going to.