Maybe," I said truthfully. "But I think it'll be okay." What happened?" Mom demanded."Ohhh ... It's Jim ... Do you remember Pauline? His old girlfrien...d?" The cheerleader?" Dad asked."They were all cheerleaders, dear," my mom corrected him and I giggled."Yeah yeah ... The last one I mean, right?" Dad asked impatiently."Yeah," I nodded into the phone. "Well, Jim was fucking her."I said it bluntly and my parents didn't seem to notice, which was a real reminder of how much our relationship had. My sister looked at me for a moment. I could see some questions coming.“Are you going to keep seeing other girls?”“Yes, I guess so. You are my sister. I can’t go out with you openly. You can see other guys also. You do have a boyfriend don’t you?”“Yeah, I have a boyfriend at school but I don’t want to fuck with any one else but you”. I wasn’t sure were she was heading with this.“I don’t want to fuck with any one else either. But I can still date other girls”.She had a loving gentle expression. I have no idea. One of my best friends is a highly functional, extremely smart, but undeniably autistic. None in her family can touch her unless they heavily sedate her, or one of her siblings needs her to hold them. She doesn’t dislike holding them and knows it is something they need right then. If you saw her with me, you wouldn’t say she didn’t like someone touching her. Maybe I have some scent I give off that makes them not mind my touch. I watched you trying to dress these three. I can’t. " Be yourself. You're a gentle, straightforward, caring bloke. And it's all natural. That's one of the reasons I love you. There's other reasons too," she added with a grin.Richard grinned back. "So what are you saying?" Let me ask you something first. After seeing Deborah again yesterday, are you now in love with her?" Not exactly but..." OK," Sharon sighed resignedly, "but you want to see a lot more of her and, and... So, get to meet Annette and play it natural. Don't be all lovey-dovey with.