I guess ill add it to the list. The beeping of the microwave drew my attention away from her dazzling form. I poked at it. It did not really look appe...tizing but hey when you are hungry anything is edible. I took two bites before she was in my face intrigued by what I was doing. ‘Food.’ I said, prodding at the bubbling potatoes and meat in the tray. Her mouth opened and green stuff dripped out. It lathered my meal. What the hell! Did she just throw up on my food? The meat boiled and turned to. And pretty proud of it.“My hero!” that was from 29 women and girls.That might not be true ... was I noble of mind and purpose? No.Courageous? Not a bit ... I was scared pissless.Selflessness? Nope ... well maybe ... nope. I was in it to fuck with my brother’s head. I was positive ... I mean absolutely certain ... he was full of shit. Then IT happened ... I tried to get away. I mean ... that mirror sucked me in and no manner of pulling back worked.Humility? Not on your life! Sure I read that. " Do you forgive me?" Of course not."She blinked. Twice. "You're being Mister Smart Ass again, aren't you?" Just honest. I can't forgive you if you haven't done anything wrong. If you want to be forgiven, then you have to do something wrong first."Her eyes looked pained as her hand lifted and her fingertips stroked my cheek. "I was a bitch." You were Niece Cheryl, who isn't a morning person." It wasn't morning, it was bedtime." It was over an hour after midnight, so technically it was morning.". On the other hand, it did seem to be helping her with her problem. It’s something she’d struggled with as long as she could remember. Perhaps it was to do with her childhood. She was the middle child of a large family, she had two younger sisters and two older brothers. Her parents were very loving, very happy together, and not shy about showing their affection for one another. Fay still blushed at the memory of walking in on them in the kitchen one day after leaving school early and finding.