“John, you’ve well… you’ve always been easy going, but just ‘getting by.’ Only someone, well, perhaps just me- could see that for a lot of the time, that you were lonely, missing something. He could tell that his brothers, unlike himself were not beginners- it was obvious that they had been at this for quite some time and he had to admit with an almost nigh palpable gnawing feeling of lust, admiration and envy that they were quite good at it. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised- you know those things instinctively, even without our being involved,” Virgil went on- he needed to sit down; he hoped that it would help him preserve his calm. He said that although Scott is very good at it, I’m better- he said that you have to watch the “quiet ones.” He also went on to say that I’d be formidable if I had to go into combat hand-to-hand,” he put the bottle down, smiling quietly as he did so as he remembered his father’s praises.
