Her hair is long and black, and she even had a beauty mark to go along with big, shiny lips that were always glossy red. Her bedroom eyes were always ...switched on. It was easy to believe the things Miranda had said about her. I had the strangest feeling I knew exactly what this was about. Sarah liked to corner me and make provocative offers, of course hinging on my seeing to it that our team won. Her love of gambling wasn’t a secret. How much had she bet on this game, and what had she promised. "No, please..." I whined. "It'll hurt... And, I'm not gay..." I pleaded"I know you're not gay dear. But you're a girl, now. A very femininegirl. I think you'll like this... You really want this deep inside youdon't you, you little whore?" Mrs. B taunted me as she continued to workit in me, deeper and deeper. "No.... please... Don't ..... I...... Oh..... Please......." I tried toprotest, but as she started to pump it in and out of me I realized itdidn't hurt... Much. As a matter of fact it was. .. miraculously ... to have been tossed near her. He wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t crowing. He wasn’t chuckling at how much fun it would be to tell the world that the strident feminist slept with her own brother.She reached for the covers and pushed them down off her head. He was just sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand stroking her back.“It’s all right,” he said again as she stared, unbelieving, into his blue eyes.The world turned again as he went on, speaking as if nothing unusual had. " Doris was quiet for a few moments before replying, "Son, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you, bring her before the movie, understand?!?" "Okay, mom," he answered softly, "but I'm not sure she's ready for you yet." "Don't you worry about me," Doris replied evenly, "you just make sure you get her here." Tommy took a deep breath and kissed his mother on the cheek before taking off to pick up his date, while she smiled to herself while anticipating the exciting evening she had set up for.