Right down to catching her sniffing my underwear. She didn't think i saw her, but she would go in to get the dirty laundry and when she saw my boxer-b...riefs she would put them to her nose, actually smothering her nose with them. Then take a deep breath thru her nose and smile. My wife and her sister hadn't seen each other in quite a while so they planned all kinds of girl things to do. I had no problem hangin back at the house, due to I had to finish an online project. So I figured I would have. Like me, she backed away from thetable, taking a seat in a corner of the room where she waited patientlyfor me to join her on a vacant chair next to hers. I knew that's whatshe wanted, for she kept glancing over at me, imploring me to do so withher eyes. In an effort to serve notice that I wasn't quite ready toforgive her duplicity, I turned away and took up station in anothercorner, one that was as far away from Megan as I could manage. Herpained expression didn't bother me in the least. If. I could just feel her depression, and somehow it eased up when I did that. By the time I was fifteen, my mother, an accomplished seamstress, was working with my father at his own business in Manhattan. He got a partner he could trust in the business, and finally got enough money together for them to take a month-long vacation in Europe.And that's when my love affair started with my sister. Since she worked I became the cook, and, frankly, I had become a good cook. So when she came home she. Our joint property, his successful business, all I wanted was cash...and I got it. Enough that I don't have to work any more. But I'm only thirty three years old! I can't imagine not going back to my first love, teaching. But for now I was just going to enjoy myself for awhile."You sure you need company?" Lisa said.I was jolted out of my deep thought. "I'm sorry," I said. "I was just thinking about something." Yes, I'm glad to have your company. I've already driven a thousand miles by.