Without saying anything she held her arm back, holding the empty glass to me. Why do they cheat on their girlfriends or wives?”
“Why are you asking me?”
“Cause you’re a guy and have dated, what, nine, ten girls? XXNX When she came in about six that evening, Irene took one look at my groin and chirped a quick amused laugh. Justin went to the bedroom and I grabbed a glass of cold water and went back to the front room then turned on the TV. My sister’s boyfriend, or to be more precise, ex-boyfriend, was standing in the stairwell. She was wearing my terrycloth morning robe. My eyes opened and the first thing I saw was a mug, held by my sister who looked like she’d spent the night in a tumble dryer.




















