They were always staring at you in the cafeteria or when they saw you in the hall...wondering." How'd you know what my underwear was like?" she demand...ed."I checked...from time to time," he admitted blushing, but with a cocky grin."You went in my drawer? You touched my underwear?" I didn't say that," he answered but she knew he had."You didn't show anyone...do anything with them, did you?" And then, after not getting any answer from her brother, added, "You're horrible." But even as she said the. He seemed to be involved in just about everything. I was just happy he spent so much time with me.It was impossible for me not to like Billy Bob, he was one hell of handsome boy. He had this sweet boyish face crowned by a full mane of beautiful black curly hair. He looked so damn innocent looking he could and did get away with anything. When I looked into those big black eyes of his they always seemed to have a twinkle in them. If that wasnt bad enough he had body of a stevedore with his. You’re a James Bond with a backpack full of underwear, pursuing sad women. You must be compensated for keeping these women company. The girls crush pepper into your drink. They lift your gums up, tap your teeth. They squirt soy sauce in a glass of wine Kay’s told you she tossed between her hands for 20 minutes in the supermarket aisle before paying thirty bucks for it. The girls force you to drink the soy-wine. You say a wine-baby is growing in your belly. They cackle. They’re amazed someone. ‘Did you and your ex-wife…’ ‘Not in a million years! Old college girl friend…and a lady I’ve dated a few times since my divorce…as much for the ass fucking as for anything, other than that we have nothing in common.’ ‘Where does this go from here?’ She was being coy. And then completely against her better judgment the honesty that was really in her heart and soul jumped out. ‘Dave, I’ve had my eye on you since I first met you. You’re a big boy and you had to have seen the signs. Hell I did.