." The voice which was becoming more and more familiar with thepassage of time slyly remarked. It wandered the recesses of my brainlooking for recogni...tion."Yes, describe exactly what it is you like about me," I said finding myvoice rising a whole octave. I rubbed at my throat with my free hand. Ino longer had an Adam's apple. Gone. Just like that. So was the latenight stubble of beard."Well, I've always loved your hair," the voice answered longingly. Istood up out of bed; phone in hand, for I. She was blonde and I had dark brown hair. Her eyes were blue and mine were brown. She was about three inches shorter than I but had a much nicer body than mine. The only thing that could suggest Jennifer was my sister would be her looks of hatred that my childhood neighbor's little sister used to give him. But then, I never had a sister in my life."No." Your girlfriend? She's been standing here for more than an hour. Pretty chick!"I stared at him and pointed my finger at his computer terminal.. I walked inside the house and asked Donna if she was ready to leave yet. She and my mom hugged, and Terri gave her arm a squeeze too. I opened my car door for her and, while I was walking around to the driver's side, my father came over and signaled Donna to roll down her window, which she did."I just wanted to tell you how happy I was to meet you Donna, and to tell you how much I'm starting to admire my son's taste in women. I hope to see a lot more of you real soon." Then, he leaned in and. Mom usually tidied the house around 10am and did my room last at about 11.00. Just before 11.00, I climbed the last flight of stairs onto the top floor from where I could look down on my bedroom door through the stair rails. From here I could also go to Peters room unnoticed.At just gone 11.00 Mom made her way up the 1st floor stairs and into my room. Once she was inside, I quietly made my way down the small flight of stairs from the 2nd floor and peeked through the door jar into my room. Mom.