When that didn't occupy her, she talked about the various settings we'd start with for photographs, including my getting back on the motorcycle and ri...ding around outside while she captured my image. She also produced from a large clothing rack a selection of 'country' clothing appropriate, she deemed, for a country music star riding a motorcycle.At first, Brite was all business and efficiency – makeup, staging, clothing I should wear, and my experience with photo shoots – nil. After the initial. ."I stared at her. She looked sincere. "You certainly were... Oh heck Patricia. If you're really serious about apologizing, I'll forgive you." Really?! Eric... Thank you. That means so much to me. I felt so terrible... when I woke up the next morning, and realized what I had done..." Huh? Woke up? You mean on Thursday?" Huh? Eric, what do you mean? I mean Friday. What are you talking about?" I thought we were talking about apologies," I replied. I suddenly felt confused. "What do you think. "You know," Robert replied, "tits and stuff; you ever seen a girl?" What the fuck are you getting at, man? She's my sister." said my brother in a not so quiet voice."Yeah, I know, but it's not like she's gonna know and all. I mean, look at her; she's totally wasted. And your parents are gone and all. What's the harm in a little peak?" said Robert in an urgent whisper. "Besides, when are you ever going to get another chance like this?"I could feel the tension in the air as the question hung out. "Now why dont you come and sit next to me?" I re-arranged my skirt and sat on the sofa next to John.We sat and talked for a while, John explained how he had never had muchlook with women and that he longed for a woman to be able to look afterhim. He explained that he had thought about trying to meet a tgirlthrough the internet but had been let down, so instead he had decided totry and find a tgirl and persuade her to see him - he had never realisedthere was one living so near by. John agreed.