"Five, four, three, two..." Ok! Ok! Ok!" Jennifer beseeched him; holding out her hands as a sign of her supplication."David; are sure you want to do t...his? I'm your sister and I'm thirty-two years old and you're only sixteen for god's sake!" she begged."Three, two, one..."Jennifer shot her hands down to the hem of her skirt and slowly began to lift it up her thighs.She had worn a teal business suit to work this morning; the skirt was lined so she hadn't worn a slip, the hem rested six inches. He laughed and said he would most definitely be ready. She laughed, “You know me too well. Do you mind?” “Not at all, babe. You have been working way too hard lately. You need to cut loose a little,” he said. “Thanks. I promise I’ll make it worth it for you later….or, maybe tomorrow?” she asked. “Have fun. I’ll get some rest. It sounds like I’m going to need it,” he laughed again. “I love you, baby,” she said. “Love you, Michelle. Have fun and be safe.” She smiled and thought about how much she. Even though somehow I knew I had to show faith, I decided to first show myyounger sister. If she laughed at me, perhaps I could pretend it was a joke,or an elf suit.I knocked on her door. "Merry Christmas Susie. Can I come in?" I swallowedand walked in. "Do you like my outfit?" If that's what you want, it's lovely" said Susie, "Very pretty."I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever was happening, Susie found my outfitbelievable, despite the fact that I'd never worn a dress before.I waited for her. I tried to run after them but they were too quick. I franticly wrote down the van's number plate, only just getting it before it vanished from sight. I wasn't sure what to do next, so I called mum. By this point, I was in a bit of a panic."Mum! Mort has been kidnapped! She was with her sister, then a van got them both. I couldn't do anything," I shouted into the phone."What? Dorothy, calm down! Tell me what happened,"I took a deep breath, I wasn't going to be much good to Mort if I was.