She loved to sit in the floor, in front of my recliner, when we visited. Often, she would turn her back to me and scoot back against the chair while w...e watched TV. She waited for me to sit first, then plopped her skinny little butt in front of me.“Umm… can I see it, Pops?”“Whut? Uh… noooo. I’m way too old to be showing my junk to teenagers. Besides, you’re too young and pretty to be checking out old men, too.”“You’re not old, Pops. And I’m not so pretty, either. If I was as pretty as Shelly,. That is, no one that would come close to you.’ She paused to screw her courage up one more notch. ‘Kenny, I want to be with you. I want to be much more than just your little sister. I want to be your wife. I want to have babies with you and grow old with you and share the resrt of my life with you.’ She paused one more time and a wave of relife seemed to wash over her. ‘There, I said it.’ She was truly releived. ‘Hey Sis, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I kind of guessed this was what you. "Yeah, right," I scoffed, turning on her and venting my frustration on her instead of my actual target, who I wasn't willing to face firsthand. "'Hi, this is your friendly neighborhood Angel, otherwise known as the Great Spirit and sometimes double dipping as the Angel of Death; I'd like to request an interview?'" No, not like that," Cate responded defensively, unused to my attacking her with dismissive hyperbole. "Just call him up and explain it from your perspective. Tell him you've never. The power she had over made me wonder what she could do, much worse than this, and I didn’t want Rita or I to experience it first hand, so I sucked it up and started rubbing her foot. I’m actually pretty good at massages, I just didn’t want her to know that. I kneaded and rubbed her foot like it was Rita’s or moms, that “worse things I can have you do” comment stuck with me, really made me paranoid, so I figured whats a little personal embarrassment, at least we weren’t out in public. I made.