“Hold up,” the Lt. remarked. “Close the door.”I closed the door to his office and spun around to face him. He was very red-faced.“I have to ...sk you something very personal,” he said, shifting his stance behind his desk.I waited for his question.“Do you always look at guys crotches?”“No sir,” I dutifully replied. “I was only trying to make a point.”The lieutenant then asked me if I had a boyfriend.No, sir,” I dutifully replied. I didn’t think much about the question or find it inappropriate. I. Sometimes, she would daydream about two of the horny Boy Scouts doing her from the front and the back at the same time and laughing at the way she was unable to get away from cock coming from opposite directions.Her advice to her younger sister was to take advantage of the convenient of having a teenaged brother right there inside the house to give her some test runs on sex stuff without actually having to take it up inside her feminine folds like some silly girlfriend or strange girl looking. " Really?" Mark asked. "I don't recall that conversation. Anyway, I knew you wouldn't do it. It proves you're lying." I can't believe you. Here you sit accusing me of dishonesty while you lie about a conversation I know you heard. Fine, if that's the only way you'll believe me, can I at least give myself a hand bra while I tell the story?" I guess your boobs are technically over your heart, but if you want to feel yourself up in front of me, I can't stop you." Oh, you're impossible. You know. ."Mister Jim was laughing in the office," she said. "Says it's the first time that a college recruiter has EVER visited that school." It's a MIDDLE school, kiddo. They're usually interested in high schools." I smiled. It was extremely pleasing to me to see my special little Cindy's effect on the lives around her. She was like a pebble tossed into a calm pond. The ripples went on and on.The sideways glance she tossed me had its usual effect, too. My head was reeling. She was packing away her.