I’m your sister?”“I say it again, just as drunk: that sometimes, I think of you. I’m speaking in a loud whisper, and it’s obvious that I thi...nk I’m being quieter than I am.”The more details I give, the more believable the hypothetical is. The fact that my sister hadn’t woken up was a good sign, but as she sat there processing, that familiar fear came back.Sure, the only implanted memory would be “one time you and your brother got drunk.” But maybe she’d remember my confession.Maybe she’d. The next time I had come back into consciousness, I felt like my body was burning up; I had never felt a fever such as this and I struggled to try and get some help, but my body would not move. I could hear arguing on the other side of the door, but I could not make out the words. I tried to focus, to hear what was being said, but I felt my energy waning. Soon, I was once in the sweet embrace of sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, the same horrible scene played over and over. I watched. One of them said, "I dunno. I guess Nancy?"The other spoke up and said, "Either is fine. I'm actually Nancy, but if she doesn't mind, it's ok with me."The first girl smiled and nodded. Keith smiled and said, "Alright, Nancys. I'll meet you at Granite Pizza at 7."--The girls arrived at the pizza place on time. Both had on jean shorts and white T shirts that they knotted at the bottom to show a little bit of their midriffs. As usually happened, lots of heads turned to see the two identical. She turned and saw me there. I must have had a really stupid look on my face because she said, "I bet you wonder why I stopped over?" Hell yeah, but I never said a thing. She walked toward me and slowly unbuttoned her coat. No way could I move because I had a raging hard on; again.Her long black coat was unbuttoned now and she was right in front of me. She slipped it off and all she had on was a sexy black bra and thong with a garter belt and stockings in her tall black boots. She stood still.