I felt like I was missing something.“Do you want to sleep with Marcie?”Her response was so quiet I barely heard it.“ ... yes.”I grinned. Now, ...the million-dollar question.“Do you want to sleep with your brother and Marcie at the same time?”Again, the pause, and again the quiet response.“Yes.”Session B38:“You live in a world where hooking up with a brother and sister at the same time isn’t weird.”Shake.Damn. For some reason, I thought that would work.Actually ... why had I thought that would. She wrote a book, ?Why Your Pension Isn?tSafe?, and used the proceeds to set herself up as a freelance, specialising indodgy dealings in the personal finance market. Sheshould have stuck to banking. I?mnot sure how she got involved with us. Maybe through one of our clients, Iguess. I mean owning a woman isn?t a cheap hobby and a lot of our clients maketheir money in the banking business. So maybe she came across something in herother enquiries. I guess we first knew she was taking an interest. She didn’t resist. I kissed her back and her hips and slowly lifted her sari and skirt. She was standing and I was kneeling behind her as I kissed her thighs and knees. I stroked her legs gently and kissed the inner sides of her thighs. I stood and took her full in my arms while she was breathing heavily. I kissed her forehead, nose and then lips. We kissed each other’s lips passionately as though it was the first experience in life for both of us. I reached for her boobs and gently squeezed. The fact that Robby was a coworker rather than a boyfriend didn’t seem to pass through Dad’s thick skull. Not much did, but I tried not to hold it against him. When Dad finally left to work in the vineyard, Mom asked me and Robby to create some semblance of order to the winery. Dad always left whatever he was working on wherever he was working on it, accompanied by any tools he was using. This left a chaos behind that even the most logical mind would have trouble deciphering. Pointing Robby.