As she suddenly lifted her phone to show off the image of two burly looking football players, each laying claim to one side of her body, Lock looked away, coughing slightly as he was mid sip of his drink. "Ah-come on- I don't need to see my sister doing that-" he said pushing her phone aside gently. Well it was less the position and act, but the subject itself. "I don't know...uh.." he grunted as he cleared his throat and tried to sort through everything....mostly trying to think of a story he could tell her without it being too far over the edge. "Well...fine. I guess....uh. Ms. Cynthia." He said as he rocked his head side to side. Ms. Cynthia was the highschool PE and Health teacher, perhaps a little older than their mother. "It wasn't while I was in school, it was after I graduated and was in my first year of college, I was at a frat audition in some singles bar, we had to get juiced up and try to get some action going. I swung down alot of booze, started trying to do my thing...and she was there...well I didn't notice because she wasn't in that tracksuit, and i wasn't looking at her face....I think I started off kinda crazy, just rocked up and said something like...." he paused thinking. "I bet I could bounce a quarter off that ass. And then she turned around to shut me down, but kinda recognized me...guess she was flustered but I kept going, said she always worked hard to look that good...ahem. but yeah. After a while I got her to show off a new cardio routine."