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night, a true man romances the same girl for the rest of her life." ~Ana Alas~
     
    C arolyn lay on the floor reading a book while Seth watched TV. My baby, Stephen, sat on my lap as I read, 'Where the Wild Things Are,' to him and Beth who sat beside me. " 'And grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around.' Okay, sweetheart, turn the page." As Beth reached to turn the page, the phone rang.
    Thankfully, Seth said, "I'll get it."
    The handset for the living room cordless phone had disappeared so he hurried to our bedroom.
    Beth drew my attention back with a long protracted, "Mommeeeeee!"
    I looked back to the book when Seth walked up and picked Stephen off my lap, lifting him and setting him in the crook of his arm. I looked up and saw worry etched on his face. "You better take this. It's Laurel."
     
    With Julian's help, I made the trip to West Hollywood in less than fifteen minutes and was at his door seconds later. Julian was holding the front door open for me as I reached his porch. Rushing through it, I shouted. "Where is she?"
    He shut and locked the front door. "I laid her in my bed. Follow me."
    He led me through the living room, down a hall, past one door and turned right on the second.
    I saw her, pale, her beautiful gown spread around her. I was reminded of Sleeping Beauty after she'd eaten the poisoned apple. Rushing to her side, I felt her forehead. It was normal. So was her pulse. I checked her eyes, mouth and a couple other things, but everything seemed normal.
    Julian stood on the opposite side of the bed. "What do you think?"
    "I don't know what to think. Everything seems normal to me. It's up to you. You can call 911 if you want, but I'm betting she had too much excitement today."
    He stared at me for a minute. "Are you sure?"
    "Pretty much. I saw this when I was practicing. Her life is usually pretty dull, you know?"
    He shook his head. "No, I don't know. I know very little about her. All I know is that I'm totally bowled over by her, like she's the girl that's meant for me and my search is over."
    "Maybe. Maybe not. I don't suppose you have a nightgown?"
    He shook his head.
    "A clean pair of PJs?"
    "Only mine."
    "Those will do. Let's get this dress and shoes off and get her under the covers."
    I had to laugh. Julian blushed and got a funny, somewhat shocked, sort of embarrassed look on his face. He started to say something a couple times but nothing came out. "What. You've never seen a girl in her bra and panties?"
    "Yes, but …but, but she's your sister," finally burst forth.
    Then I really shocked him. "Personally, I hope you see even more of her. I would like to see a relationship develop between you and Laurel. Help me get her undressed. Then we need to talk."
    * * *
    Tess undressed her in silence. Laurel looked so good, my manhood jumped up and ready for action. I hoped Teresa didn't notice, but if looking at my crotch and smiling is any indication, I'm afraid she did, Of course after hinting she wished I'd become intimate with her sister…who knows. It only took a minute to get Laurel settled in. Teresa smiled and took my hand. "C'mon, let's go into the living room.
    Pulling me toward the doorway, she continued. "I'll tell you everything about Laurel, including things that might upset you.
    In the living room, she asked, "I don't suppose you have anything to drink?"
    "I have a bottle of Chenin Blanc I keep for lady visitors."
    "Well, I'm a lady visitor and I sure could use a glass or two. I suggest you pour yourself a glass too, because you're not going to like some of the things I'm going to tell you about my sister."
    He poured a large glass of the white wine and taking my suggestion to heart poured himself a glass of Merlot. As he sipped on his wine, I sat back in the chair and told him.
    I started with our mother, who died when we were both young and our father was all we had. How our father got seriously ill and was expected to die, when Laurel was seventeen.