We didn’t get together that much now; even though we lived in the same house, I rarely left my house.When the summer holidays came, I thought that I... would now be able to spend more time with my sister. And I did, for the most part. But I still had holiday homework to care of.My Geography’s holiday homework was to make a powerpoint presentation on “Global Warming”. I didn’t have a laptop or a computer on those days, so I needed Siya’s laptop.I headed towards my sister’s room to ask her for her. As the sunlight I looked into the relaxed face of my older brother Jamal. He was snoring a little as he held me tight against him with his hand wrapped around my body cupping my ass. I looked down a little and noticed that there was a hand wrapped around my middle from behind me, cupping my breast. I tried to lift my body up a little so I could use the restroom, but there were two legs locking me in place on the bed. As I lay there debating what to do, I started to hear pots and pans rattling. It’s far off the beaten track, partly for legal reasons, and few people ever pass by accidentally, they are normally responding to advertisements on the internet.For avid biker Brian Fielding nowhere was out of the way. He’d crossed the Andes, the Sahara Desert and the Russian Tundra on his bike and so a trip through the semi-arid desert of Nevada was c***d’s play. Or so he thought.Temperatures were hovering around 120 degrees the day he rode towards the Bald Oasis and he was beginning to feel. Maybe I'll let you see it. Maybe I'll let you hold it."She laughed, a laugh from hell itself, a laugh I can still hear. I turnedand walked back toward the door. Could this night get any worse?Well, yes, it could.***He was 6-8, black and bald. He burst through the front door after we hadbeen been at the bar for about four hours. The crowd - tough, hard bikers- separated to let him through. He walked up to the bar. "Beer, Imogene,"he said. Then he saw me. His face creased with a smile."Someone.