We listened to his Cardinals playing against my Braves. The Cardinals had lost to the Braves the night before 2-1. Tonight the Braves were killing the..., 12-1. To ensure that there were no hard feelings, I told Mr. Fisher that I had cheered for the Cardinals when I went to the game a couple days ago. He said to call him "Mel."Mel and I were listening to the game and I was listening to him complain about the Cardinals. He said it was too painful to listen to them lose so he was going to bed. All. I should not be wanting my own brother like this. But I did.It was the way he looked at me. The life that danced in his eyes, the lust that made his heart pound so hard and the way his cock burned as I had held it in my hand. He had made me feel like a woman in a way that none of the guys I had ever dated had come close to doing. Some of them had wanted me, but they had been bumbling, inexperienced lewd lechers. He was a man, in every sense of the word, and his power and strength had. ”“Jean?”“Jean.”“But she divorced you almost 20 years ago.”“She quit loving me, but I never quit loving her.”“My God! I don’t have a chance.”She left me in the kitchen and walked to our room and closed the door.“Kendi?”“Yes?” Her voice was muffled because of the door.“May I come in?”“No.”Knowing that I had just ripped her heart out, I went back to the dining room and pulled out my laptop and opened the book I was reading. I read and ran thoughts through my head. Staying would hurt her. Leaving. He kept the time, but he wasn't really there."Something wrong," I asked after I had finished my workout."Nothing for you to worry about Sheriff," he said without his usual smile."Okay, but if you need anything, you can count on me," I said.I was sweaty and I smelled bad, but I stopped for breakfast anyway. It was almost nine so I went to the local Hardee's for a biscuit. The biscuits, filled with animal fat of one kind or another, were also fantastic. I sat there eating my biscuit filled with a.