Though my head was hung low, my heart was full. As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen anything like that bef...re, and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”Apparently, I’m still lost ... it’s a man thing.When you have stopped laughing be sure to forward this on to others who would enjoy a good story.This one is compliments of Anonymous.An elderly Scottish Jew has decided to take it a little easier and take up golf so he puts his name down at. "Well, you won't need this boy's shirt anymore anyway Timmy,"Ruth said as she continued working until my pants were downaround my ankles.There I was now, sitting between Ruth and Madge in that blacksatin camisole, the matching tap pants and those tightlygartered nylons that now swished and gleamed in the room lightas I struggled to get up and get away in embarrassment. SuddenlyI felt something wet being pushed across my face! Madge hadtaken something out of the end table drawer, I noticed. She raised her eyebrows in appreciation and paused, savouring the romantic melody. Her head swayed with the phrasing and she found herself stepping lightly through the house in search of the source.She paused at the doorway to the lounge and watched as Emma looked out of the window, her body swaying as she sat at the piano, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the keys as she played what Lauren thought to be Chopin. She walked in silently and sat on the sofa, laying her head on the top of the. ”“Gary, what’s going on? You are avoiding me and ignoring me? Are you mad at me?” I asked. I could hear my voice cracking slightly, indicating that I was on the verge of tears. I felt a huge lump forming in my throat. I did not want to cry in front of my brother at this moment.“Oh god, no; I am not mad at you. I think I am mad at myself. I feel guilty about what we did; or more accurately, what I did to you. You’re my little sister. I am supposed to protect you, not fuck you.”“Do you regret.