I'm not sure who thought it was a good idea but someone came up with the idea of putting a Starbucks in the main ticket area. I know, I know, what's s... bad about that? Nothing, except that you can't take liquids into the terminal area; thanks to the ingenuity of some of our less public minded neighbors around the globe even a sealed bottle of water was subject to forfeiture at the checkpoint. Now, I've never actually heard of anyone hijacking a plane with a hot cup of coffee, but try explaining. For a few months she needed a lot of rest, had a lot of exercises to do and should only walk using crotches. Thats why the Girl was hired. She was not au pair, because she was not a foreigner, and she was not a full time nanny, because the kids werent infants. She was just a 20 year old babysitter from a town nearby with very long working hours, and just as Irish as the family themselves. Dad never thought of the Girl as sexy. Even if she was. Both Mom and Dad saw her as the nicest possible. We were having a good time, playing never have I ever, learning and humiliating eachother, taking cheap shots so the other team (boys versus girls) would have to drink. Mandy and I are sitting next to eachother.We had a designated spot in the woods for boys and girls bathroom breaks. This is important later. (No watersports this time guys.) Anyways. As the games commence she slides closer to me. Touching my arm. Touching my leg.Leaning against me, closer and closer as the night drones on. Her. Immediately, our mother and uncle J became close and oddly intimate, acting more like high school sweethearts than b*****r and s****r. My s****r and I never had a father figure, so we pretended it was a male role our uncle could compensate for. But soon enough, this new eccentric man who invaded our home showed peculiar behavior that kept my s****r and I at a distance rather than openly welcoming him into our lives. I knew within my heart that it was Uncle J that was invading our underwear.
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