The water was good. I had a moment where I considered the idea that the whole thing with the young men from the photos had been some sort of seizure -... some sort of strange reaction to overdoing it last night and, maybe, ibuprofen? The shower was washing away my lust - or whatever it was - and my mind wandered to my sister Nicole's son, Nathan. The guilt weighed on me as I let the steaming water hit my face. About a year ago when I visited Nicole, her husband Jerome and Nathan for Christmas I. While we ate we had made small talk and had a pretty enjoyable time and when the check arrived she had mentioned it was still early and invited me back to her house for a few drinks and maybe watch a couple of movies.As we were sitting on her couch watching whatever it was she put on she kept making casual contact with me such as putting her hand on my leg and occasionally leaning her head on my shoulder. After a few drinks the conversation started to get a bit racy and sexual. She would ask. .its not that big of house”, I said.“Well you will need at least a maid who can cook and clean for you”, she said“Will she have a one of those bracelets”, I asked.“Yes but that is the island culture”, she said.She started to pack up her things and we left out the door. She said we would go to Home Resources Inc. where they would explain the the options and polices for in home employment.After leaving the hotel and getting into Naomi's convertible the conversation went from in home help to the. It was Brandon with another guy and girl around his age. “Who are they?” She asked him.“That’s my ex girlfriend and my best friend. My best friend won’t talk to me though because he doesn’t get why my Dad had to move us all the way down here.” He looked sad again. Damn it, Melody thought, I can’t get him to be happy about anything! She turned around and looked at him. He was looking at the picture but when he saw Melody turn to look at him he smiled and looked into her eyes. She walked over to.