”I put on some loose shorts and walked very quietly around her house to the deck. As I caught sight of her I said, “Oh, there you are! I was looki...ng for you.”She lifted her head, obviously recognizing my voice, and retorted, “Well, you’ve found me!” She made no move to cover up.I sat in a nearby chair and said, “I was going to invite you to lunch.”“You can’t text?”“This is a lot more interesting. Mind if I join you?”She looked puzzled so I stood up and dropped my shorts. My half hard pecker. A couple days ago, I overheard that he didn't have his car for whatever reason and needed a ride home. I offered myself up right away. He actually said “Thanks, that would be great.” I was instantly hot. And wet. And nervous. We walked to the parking deck together, and then, out of nowhere, he started venting; no, gushing, about the shitstorm that is his current home life. I could see the helplessness in his eyes. Turns out he lives with a girlfriend (Boo!) He has come to realize that this. "I am now," he said, squeezing her. "I have a traumatic brain injury, and I forgot I had a sister. But I'm getting better."Julia's mind whirled. Any port in a storm, they say, and she seized the floatation device that was offered."Yes! I'm your sister!" They tried to notify you when I got injured, but I guess you moved or something, because they couldn't find you at the address on my emergency notification card."Again she went with the first thing that came to her, based on the last time she. I wasn't sure quite what. Become like all the good socialists stateside. Care deeply about the downtrodden masses because you feel so damn good in the morning after a night spent sleeping on a thousand dollar mattress. That was the life for me.I consult with some people I know, get a rough design done of the damn machine within a week. It takes a few months for Darren to get the finances rounded up and the prototypes built. Assembled, field tested, then disassembled and packed into containers.