“Oh, I love chocolate too!” Eddie teased her. He whispered to my father, “You only get the jokes you are supposed to get. If the double entendre... goes over their head I don’t explain it,” he said.My sister clearly didn’t like the fact that so much cheesecake was on display. Fat, skinny, older, it really didn’t matter to me. I loved looking at every shape of ass, vagina, and boob.My sister, on the other hand only wanted to see hot guys if she saw guys at all and there weren’t any of those in the. Somewhere down the road she'd havea lot to answer for. Right now, she was happy for the reprieve and theblank sunburned scenery outside her window.They spent the night again at The Cactus Inn. Walt half-jokinglysuggested that having survived serial murder there one night, it waspretty good odds they'd might survive it again. Phoebe argued foradjoining rooms. Without saying it in so many words, she tried to makethe argument about how creepy it was to sleep in the same room as yourparents even. I sat there but had no courage to wipe her tears, crying she went to her room.I took some courage and went after her. I was just looking at her helpless and she turned and pulled me close. She asked, “Will you leave me after getting what you want?” I said, “No baby I really love you. I know you are elder to me and married but my intention is not just sex.”She hugged me tight and I hugged her back giving a small peck on her forehead and her eyes. She said please never leave me and kissed me with. I found him interesting and attractive, which I’m sure he sensed, and I noticed he would casually touch my arm or shoulder, bump my breast or hip…even my butt…as we walked around the gala laughing and observing the crowd. His casual touches were having an effect on my, and I noticed that my nipples were now much more prominent through the sheer fabric of my gown. Warren noticed, too, and I caught his eyes glancing toward my boobs on several occasions as the evening wore on.Finally, as we were.