’ ‘I made some coffee,’ Brad said while surveying his sister’s dress for the day. She was wearing a camisole and panties, both made of black l...ace. Although he couldn’t tell for sure, he supposed that was all she was wearing. After yesterday morning, he had expected Ashley to retreat to more modest apparel, but a bra and panties for lunch yesterday, a topless swim last night and what she was wearing this morning… well it wasn’t much of a retreat — it might even be a slight escalation. Ashley had. ‘What’s wrong?’ asked Gwen, waking sleepily in response to her friend’s sudden movement. ‘Oh, my Goddess!’ cried Angela, looking between her legs. ‘Is that what I think it is?’ asked Gwen incredulously, coming awake completely at the sight of Angela standing in the moonlight. Angela couldn’t reply. She could do nothing except stare at the thing between her legs. Finally, she looked up at her friend and whispered a plea for help. ‘Well, I don’t know what help I can be right now,’ said Gwen.. “What? I thought you liked Southern California,” I gasped.“I love the weather. The politics suck. They still haven’t passed a budget and the University and all of the schools gave everyone pink slips. They have to give anyone they lay off a ninety-day notice, so they gave them to practically everyone until they see what the new budget looks like. I’m pretty sure my job is safe, but Meagan is worried about hers. We talked about the possibility of moving back closer to her parents last week and I. She knew I was sick.I wondered how she knew.I wondered if I knew.Of course I knew.I wondered how I knew.“Does Bec have Lambrecht’s Syndrome?”Everything inside of me froze.I looked at Dad.He looked at me.And then, slowly, he nodded.I gasped in shock. How could he do that? How could he say that?I stood up and started yelling at Dad. I was so upset. Why would he say such a thing?Mum started shouting at me, defending Dad. I ignored her. She was the one who was crazy, not me!Liz was still clinging.