“No, I’m not chicken,” the teen boy answered indignantly.Sarah giggled, and in a mock baby voice said, “What’s wong wittle bwover, is your w...ittle dickie hard?”Now Steve’s face flushed with anger and embarrassment as he said, “I’m not your ‘wittle’ brother… and I don’t have a ‘WITTLE’ dickie, and besides, it’s none of your business!”“Oh my god, that’s it,” Sarah exclaimed, “you have a hard on… don’t you, you perv!”“You’re the one prancing around naked in front of your brother… so who’s the. There will be a light in front of you while you run. It will show green if you are running at 15km/h or higher, and show red if you are running at under 15km/h. If you remain under 15km/h for more than 5 seconds, the test will end.”I readied myself again, waiting for the horn. When it sounded, I started running. It was pretty easy to hold the 15 km/h pace for the first 20 minutes or so, and then it got harder and harder. At around the 32 minute mark, I couldn’t handle the pace anymore and fell. Over the decades since, I’ve gone over our strange relationship in my mind thousands of times, trying to figure out just what was really going on. If I’d become a psychiatrist, maybe I’d have a chance at coming to a retroactive diagnosis for what this really was, and a possible solution. But I wasn’t a shrink and those days were far in the past and never to be relived. In the present, I was happily married, a family man, and had to admit a indulging in a small guilty pleasure that Ruth was not. "What the hell is the matter with me," he utters aloud to no one else but himself. "I used to eat young pups like that for breakfast," he says with a sigh. He cannot help his mind from wandering to the events of the last year.Life had been good for Sean. He was a successful civil litigator. He had several large insurance companies and corporations as his own personal clients, and his progress to the top of his firm was almost a sure thing. He was fast tracking to becoming senior partner in the.