You grip your shorts with both hands, tears beginning to swell and fall down your face. This was the one thing you did know, you knew that you were up...set. The truth was out. After crying, you asked your parents what you should do now. What they thought was best for you was to simply keep on living the way you used to: Pretend that you are someone you are not. The rest of the conversation dragged on into awkward silence. Your sister, Sun, had taken the seat next to you and was holding your hand. She just exploded:"What the hell is wrong with you, I've been parading myself in front of you for the last two weeks, and you don't seem to care. What more do you want me to do?" Do? For what? What do you expect me to do? What do you want from me?" I said in a low voice in sharp contrast to her yelling."Don't pretend that you don't know. You know very well what you did." What I did, you didn't seem to like. Since you're my sister and I love you very much, I didn't want to force into. I have not felt this good for years.”As we sat down, I took the bottle and removed the cork. I have been trained to remove a champagne cork with a whoosh of gas rather than to ‘pop’ it out.Jan said, “I have never seen a cork removed that way before. I have only seen the cork fly off somewhere.”“The sound you aim for is the sigh of a contented woman and that’s the way I want to hear you sigh before I leave,” I told her.“I hope you hear it more than once then,” as she laughed.“Then let's make. ”Mom laughed and said, “You’re wicked. You know he’s a virgin.”Mrs. Brown smiled at me and said, “He doesn’t have to be. Look at that bulge in his trunks. Let me have him…Please!”I rushed out the backdoor and headed straight for the swimming pool and dove in. I didn’t come up until I had reached the far side. The water was quite cool but my hard-on did not go away.I heard a splash behind and turned around. Mrs. Brown was swimming toward me. She reached me and stood up. We were both staring at.