"What can I get ya?" asked the waitress, a cute little blonde in a thin tank top and a very short skirt."Guinness," said Ken."Coors," said Gary.Ken sh...uddered."How you can drink that stuff is beyond me," he said."Dude, that Irish shit you drink is like a meal," replied Gary. "I gotta watch my weight." You're looking pretty good to me," said Tammy. She reached over and ran one hand over his bicep. "Mmm, nice an' hard -- just like I like 'em."Tammy was a lesbian, but seemed to be completely. " Okay, thanks, Mrs. French." His voice sent ripples of pleasure through her whole body.My God! she thought. He's such a nice kid, how can I think such dirty thoughts about him? What's wrong with you, Mrs. Harold French?Her legs trembled beneath her as she turned and walked hurriedly to her bedroom. Once safely within her room, she closed the door tightly, leaned against it and heaved a long, hot sigh.A minute later she was on her back, centered on the king-size mattress, her housecoat open. It's kind of weird, I don't think of you as a sister."She laughed and walked over to him, putting her finger on his mouth as her bra fell off, exposing her perky yet large breasts. "You're a lying liar. Whenever I called you big brother you started pumping me faster and more vigorously!"Aaron thought to himself "I was going faster because I needed more stimulus since the incest stuff is a turn-off!" but decided against saying it aloud."You love it. You love having a little sister who's a slut. I wonder if my blood would look that vibrant if I were to take one of the razor blades from my little utility knife and use it to slit my wrists. Up the river, not across the street. If I do this, it won’t be one of those cries for help. The last thing I want is to wake up in a hospital bed with my nearest and dearest all berating me for my selfishness. If I do this, I’m going to do it right. I pick up the knife and remove the blade. It’s barely been used. Probably so sharp I won’t even feel it.