Wanted more," I said.My parents blinked at me."More... More what," my father asked."More... I don't know," I said. "Something physical, presumably, be...ause he doesn't strike me as the emotional type anymore... Honestly, he didn't say. But it was clear he didn't intend to take me home, not until he'd gotten whatever he wanted—he wouldn't even unlock his car. And, I... Wasn't interested."My parents said nothing."I was wearing my whistle," I said, "and—" Whistle?" my father said."Oh." I guess he. I have cancer and the doctors say I'm dying. I have to get my affairs in order quickly. As you can see, I've made a lot of money in my life and I would like to rewrite my will before I die. I also have a list of things I'd like to do before I die. I've spent too much time making money as opposed to living my life to the fullest. So here's my proposition to you; if you will stay here with me and help me do all the things on my list, I will make you my sole heir. All that I have will be turned. I gave her my anonymous email address and asked her for some outdoor pictures.A few days later I found a dozen high quality pictures waiting for me in my in basket. Mom posed fully naked in front of bushes, behind flowers, and squatted down in a garden of tulips. Each picture looked suitable for framing. I recognized that backyard. It belonged to my Aunt Christine, Mom’s sister…that explains it.The accompanying note asked me if I could come for a visit and possibly spend the night. I replied. It wasn't just the sex, which was always exquisite-- it was the little things. Stupid stuff like holding hands at the movies, sitting cuddled up on the couch, teasing him about his knobby knees-- all the things that don't work when you can't be together. But that wasn't the worst part.The worst part is loving someone you can't be with and finding yourself attracted to someone else.His name was Greg and he lived across the hall. He was smart and funny and sweet. We've been spending time together.