S. Airways flight we'd taken, we saw a tall, thin, elderly gentleman wearing a black suit and chauffeur's cap. He was not holding a sign over his head...with McKesson on it in big letters, or anything else, but Dad walked right up to him and hugged him like he knew him. No he was not black. He did not resemble Morgan Freeman, He was a red head for one thing.When Dad was done with the big-time hug, he turned to face us and announced with obvious pleasure "Folks, this tall drink of water is Sheb. But it is surprising seeing how young she was. We were only 17, hard to believe it was so long ago.”“Well, you don’t look much different. Just a lot longer hair then really. I know you told me about her before, and how she helped you write that one. Was she your girlfriend?”“Hmm, that’s complicated. And I mean really complicated. We had dated for a month or so the year before, but we both decided we were better off as friends. And it was that way until last year. Her and another friend decided. You're not an evil bastard, are you?I exhaled, then turned around, looking right at Nikki, who had the most bewildered expression on her face. "I'll find you a role. I promise."I don't know if she believed me or not, but I closed the door and just started walking away. Time to find a cab.I sat in a comfy chair on the patio of our house... Andrea's house, in Malibu, looking across the deep blue of the Pacific and relishing the cool breeze wafting through my hair. My laptop was open, my script. It jumped to attention as though it thought it was gonna get some relief but none came and it wilted down again."now get down on your hands and knees and carry me to the bedroom"not wanting to get whipped i did so fast as i could"good now undress me and and draw a warm bath"The warm bath could wait as i undressed my sister with clumsy fingersFirst her shoes moving up and saving the best area for last i took her shirt then shorts off and getting another hard-on i slowly peeled off the magical.