There was a onetime only incident that happened the summer after Carl graduated. We were at Patty’s and I can’t remember if it was Billy or Charli...e that was also there. But anyway, the four of us were having a great time in her bedroom. Carl and I took a break and went to the kitchen to get a drink and he casually mentioned that he would not be able to make it over to Patty’s next week because his cousin Toby was coming to stay for the whole week. The story Carl told me when we were parked on. We dressed and walked back along the beach together.Two or three days later I phoned him. I’d chatted to C and had managed to persuade her to take part in this photo session. In fact, in her early days she had modelled for a fashion brand, and it amused her to think that now, twenty years later, she was still attractive enough to be invited to work with a professional photographer (I’d exaggerated a little!). I phoned him at once and we made an appointment for the following morning. I asked him. She also loves it. So as risky as it was, we did it and it was a huge turn on for Gareth ( who couldn't believe his luck) and for me. Our weekly squash sessions continued, and in the pub after Gareth would always bring the conversation around to Elaine and that night. He told me that sex with his wife, Elaine's sister, had improved tremendously, as he was so turned on by the fact he had fucked her sister and she didn't know. The thought in his mind of "giving it to them both" made his cock rock. I rarely carried it and I rarely used it. I remember that I had to search through the bedroom for a moment to locate it.Two years later, on Mother’s Day 2003, I would get another horrible call on the device telling me that my oldest sister, the sweetest person I knew and the person I considered my moral compass, had died.I cannot recall a single time I have received good news via cell phone. Perhaps that is why I despise them so thoroughly.On this day in 2001, I remember I looked at the caller.