" Oh, just get over it, will you, big brother?" The girl patted her owncorn silk hair a bit self consciously while watching her brother fromthe corner... of her lovely blue eyes. "I mean, it isn't as if you actuallyasked Katrina if you could get into the thing, is it now? Or did youfind wearing smooth, sleek silks and satins to be a good feeling?" I didn't, and I didn't" He retorted indignantly then realized hissister was teasing him again and laughed. "Give it up, minx. I wouldnever do something. By 10:00 a.m. I was finished. Looking in the mirror I told Susan that I couldn't possibly go out like this. The skirt was way to short. My outfit emphasized my breast and as I looked in the mirror, all I could see was boobs. I was practically falling out of the silk blouse. I practiced sitting on my bed in front of the mirror. Susan watched me with curiosity. I crossed my legs and let out a shriek. I jumped up and shouted no-way was I wearing this outfit. Susan asked what was wrong. I asked her. I so want you to win, Donkeydick. I want to see him..." Olivia," I snapped, exasperated my excitable lady. "Go sit on the bed!"Donkeydick laughed at the Olivia problem; it broke the tension fantastically, and I slid my shoes off, kicking them into the corner of the room. He was certainly richer than me: his designer clothes indicated a level of wealth that was well in excess of what I could earn, but I knew from our daily Twitter chats he jetted around the world on business.He was far skinnier. Any preference for soup flavours?”“You’re a mind reader, Mum, I was just telling Junior that I fancied some soup. Tomato, for me, Mum, if you have it. Oh, and you can call Jeff, Junior, if you like, I think I really prefer Junior much more than ‘Jeff’.”“Tomato’s fine for me, too, Lisa, if you’ve more than one can. And I always answer to Junior.”“Should have plenty, I usually buy a pack of four cans at a time. So, your father is a Jeff too?”“No,” he laughed, “Funnily enough, he isn’t, but he has.