”“You’re not boring,” he said firmly. “You just need to learn how to fake it. Everybody is secretly self-conscious. Some just hide it better...that others. You need to find a way to pretend. If you can convince yourself, you know other people will believe it.”“I don’t think I’d know how,” she said. “I’m no good at acting or pretending or lying. I can’t even lie to telephone sales people. ““I’ll help you,” he said impulsively. “I’ll show you how to fake it.”“Really?” “Sure. When you’re sober.. There were about fifteen or so men there and she got used by all of them at least three times. Once for each hole and wanted more. Imiska was probably the most insateble whore I have ever known. I took her to a black bar one night not long after we got married and she walked in took off the shirt i had her wear and told the bar tender that any one that bought a drink got a free blow job and if he bought a friend a drink he could fuck her. She walked onto the dance floor and went to her knees. I spent a bit more time preening myself. Essie is one fine broad and I wanted her to be proud of me wherever we went or whatever we would be doing. I packed a sackpack with an extra pair of jeans and extra underwear. My toiletries were packed too. I looked in my mirror, I looked sharp with my cowboy boots and hat. I wondered what Essie would be wearing, something sexy I hoped. I arrived at the bar at 6:50, took a quick glance around just in case Essie was early. She wasn't here yet so I sat at. I got off the bed and walked over to my brother who backed away from me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards me. He tried to turn away from me, but I had a firm grip on his hands. I could see the pain in his eyes that I had caused him. He would never admit it, but I had a feeling he was struggling desperately to keep from crying, I had hurt him that badly. Knowing that I had to do something to tear down that barrier that had come between us, I cupped his face in my hands and forced him to.