Rhonda gazed at his profile. He lookedso handsome. His wavy brown hair, flared chin, straight-edged nose,hazel eyes and five o'clock shadow were very ...appealing. "You've been sonice to me, Dan. I owe you so much. I want to do something for you."Dan didn't know what she'd meant but soon found out when he heard thesound of his fly being unzipped. He watched as she lowered herself andtook him in her mouth. He leaned back and gazed at the ceiling as hefelt the wonderful sensations produced by her. I carried on in secret. Your mother caught me several times and we hadalmighty rows, normally when you were in bed. I am sure you must haveoverheard and had some inkling of what was going on. This has continuedover the years. However this was not the answer and would never havebeen enough. It was not about dressing.The feelings were getting stronger all the time and eventually wouldnot be denied.Anyway at the beginning of the year I decided that I must do somethingabout it. I was always feeling. " Mr. Bell," I needed to know some things and needed to know how to get some things accomplished. "I need to get out of here and go bury my mother."That brought about a long silence. Mr. Bell knew how to think. I knew how to wait.I waited.He thought."Rebecca tells me you're here for several days to two weeks, if not longer. Your injuries are life threatening this time, Brian. You can't bury your mother if you're dead. It's that simple."As for your mother's arrangements, Colleen and I will. “Stop that! Stop it at once! Do I need to start handing out citations for conduct unbecoming of a sister? Believe me, I’m this close.”The threats and glares managed to quiet the small crowd. Eventually. Give or take a few minutes.At any rate, she managed to get us dressed and ready to go by the time her juvenile little outing was supposed to begin.“Now don’t you look splendid as a peach!” I told Allison, by best friend, pointedly ignoring the fact that the faded yellow sundress just did not.