We bumped into each other a couple of times around the house during the week but she was clearly uncomfortable. I tried my best to show her that I was still there for her, still her brother, her pal; it didn't' work. If she was this upset, I guess I'd have to stop. I didn't want to hurt her. I decided to ask her directly if she wanted to talk. Thankfully, she did.
'Well...I can't really explain it,' she said. 'I think I might be a nymphomaniac.' She said it like she really didn't beleive it.
'Can I ask you a personal question?' I gently asked.
'Sure..why the hell not?' The implication in her tone was, 'why not; we've been 'round the world, why not get personal?'
'Have you felt like this with any one else? Have you 'lost control' with other guys?' I knew darn well she hadn't.
'No! damn
