It probably hadn’t been the first time Thomas had had to intervene on my behalf, unbeknownst to me, nor was it probably the last. Thomas was my big brother, and I had wanted to be like him in every way. I was faced with the reality every day of how miserably I had failed. Some shoes were just too large to fill. So there had been my restless night, coupled with the fact that I had been basically celibate for the last ten days, which I think was the longest I had been without female companionship since high school. I figured the reason for my bad mood laid somewhere between the two. I headed to my office, willing myself to lighten up. Things with Reagan were escalating; the attraction between us becoming difficult to ignore. Last night had cemented in my mind that she was just as consumed with it as I was, and I was itching to see her and make plans for another ‘drink’. You know, to see if I could help with the celibacy thing. I was formulating an IM to her requesting that very thing when my father breezed into my office and planted himself in the chair across from my desk. Apparently this visit was going to be a long one. Shit.
