I really Love Him This story doesn"t have any sex, yet is the romance I had with my best friend in life and me. If you want to read some romantic story, this is for you Two straight guys learn that they aren"t as straight as they thought. Some things from the past come out in the light of their campfire Twenty year old Keith had just moved to Detroit and gets some great benefits from his black bosses
‘I was eight when my brother started coming into my room’
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I still have some of the pictures that my half-brother took. They are mostly shots of me at 15 or 16, adopting poses which are a bizarre cross between Wuthering Heights and Page Three. But there is a much earlier one in which the pathos is tangible. My face is still round with puppy fat, but I'm trying to compensate by smothering myself in make-up and gazing "seductively" at the camera. On the right of the photograph is a bookcase full of titles such as Little Women and Jill and the Perfect Pony. Above it is a big poster of two cute kittens.
Ever since I was a little girl I believed that my older brother was a most perfect person I could ever know. He was always kind to me, and was always there when I needed him. Even as we got older, he would always ask me how my day was, if I needed help with homework, or if there was anything the matter. On several accounts he put dumb guys in their place if they treated me badly. It was a sad day when he left for basic training for the Army.
He always did. He told me that if I ever told anyone we would both go to prison. It went on for about three years, until shortly after my dad died.