You’re gorgeous. You’re smart. But the chemistry just isn’t there. I can’t be myself and that’s a recipe for disaster in any relationship.�...�We got back to the ice cream shop and she grabbed a couple of napkins and wiped her chin, and we started walking back towards her apartment.“All guys are the same!” she said, clearly as frustrated as I was. “They just want one thing!”“Bullshit! You THINK that’s all they want and so you treat them like that’s all they want. Do you even give them a chance? Let. Martha knew it and she knew I knew she knew it.She opened the car door for me, closed it behind me and took her seat at the wheel. She sat looking at me for the longest time smiling that blissful smile of hers. Her hand traced idly up and down my thigh over my skirt. Without speaking, taking my face between her palms, she leaned toward me and kissed me. It was a deep passionate kiss and my lips yielded to hers instinctively, just as they had yielded to her husband's that dreadful night. . I then moved my hand to open the door, thinking my sister must have forgotten to turn off her tv. Then as I opened the door, I stopped and froze as I saw my sister sitting on her bed two of her fingers embedded in her pussy another in her bum hole.She immediately froze herself as she became aware of my presence, then she began to get angry and shouted,"Eric, what the fuck are you doing here?" I thought you left your tv on, so I came to turn it off." I muttered, unable to remove my gaze from. I had decided that I needed a new computer. I kept an electronic journal and was religious about keeping everything backed up.I learned how to pick locks in my second year. When I could do that, I usually left the doors unlocked. Nature was taking over, but not as quickly as if I had broken windows in the stores that I used the most.There were some clothing stores in a shopping area behind the Best Buy where I was. I headed that way and stayed close to the building, both to avoid the long grass.