I told her. About my background. No family. Three childhood friends, and two more college friends starting a business. Failing, and doing it again. Ge...tting it right the third time. A bad relationship, with my first serious girl cheating on me with one of my partners—both no longer in the picture. Later a wife, cheating slut who screwed me over when we sold the business, transferring her stock ownership after we got bought out, working with my enemies to force me out. I'd been conned by her from. She said , Uncle Jerry, what is a scrotum. It wasn’t in the glossary. Damn, I left it out. I told her it was the sack below a penis. She said “oh, it says here there is a vein a guy presses to control orgasms. It is underneath the sack?” She had the book open with her hands and moved it in front of me to show me the paragraph. I noticed her fingers were wet. She must have been playing with herself while reading. I said “yes, there is a vein but I don’t have a picture of it.”. Still looking. And then, she suddenly changedinto Carl. Having to choose between being with Mandi or being withCarl was no choice at all. It was no contest. "Why, with you, Mandi,of course." he answered, while sliding an arm around her slim invitingwaist.And before the stunned Carl and Jennifer could utter another word,they watched Brandon and Mandi walk away together.But before the new couple had traveled very far, both of themoverheard Mandi telling Brandon, "I'll absolutely guarantee you thisright now,. They figured they must be packed into the house like sardines, which was saying something, since they lived in small apartments typical of the section of Chicago they lived in. Still, while it was odd, there was nothing to make them skittish about the situation. They'd been told there were a lot of people living there.After the early morning rush of people leaving for unknown destinations, quiet descended on the house again. The observers wondered why the house was so busy this early on a.