From training bras to gym shower shyness they had shared the tribulations of female adolescence.Both had desperately wanted a boyfriend, but neither c...ould find a boy that met their expectations. The few they had were always awkward and selfish; they just wanted to find out what a kiss felt like, maybe a bit more. They both adored their ninth-grade science teacher, a younger man seemingly chiseled from granite. They often fantasized together about what they would do to him, though both where too. Lucy and I had arrived in Las Vegas five days earlier with four other friends. Principal among them was Helen, good friend to both of us and also bride to be. Tentative plans for her hen night in a pub back home had escalated beyond reason as we had goaded each other into ever bolder and grander plans to celebrate her last single night. We eventually found ourselves booking a ten day jaunt to Las Vegas. The myriad of delights on offer to tantalise both discerning and undiscerning visitors. Please come as soon as possible, and bring Demie. I'm...not going anywhere...also, please don't call this number back."Luckily, Demie was home, watching TV. She just couldn't get enough of Friends re-runs. She said Joey and Chandler reminded her of her brother. She paused the show and I replayed the voicemail for her.She looked serious. "Let's get going."---We didn't know if we should buzz for entry, but Eudora had given instruction not to call her back and we didn't see any other way in.. I wrote it as Hannah, saying she’d been trying to find him and that this was the last address she’d heard he was at. I told him how I (she) wanted to talk about what happened between them, that they were family and they should try to make it work. I sent the letter with our address on it. No phone number. Hoping he’d show up out of the blue. Each day that went by was like torture for me. I hoped and prayed he’d gotten the letter, and that he was on his way to see his sister and fuck her.