It's always Jana. Well, except for losing my virginity. And she helped me do it.It happened when my cousin, Donnie, fourteen, the same age as my siste..., was over at our house one afternoon. Donnie was cute, about five-seven, medium build, wavy dark blond hair, nice smile and our mothers were in the kitchen chatting over coffee as they usually did.Jana wasn't home at the time so it was Donnie and me in the den and I could tell that he was trying to look up my skirt when I moved my legs as I sat. "Jackie, you're starting to get a little obsessive," she told me. "I think it's wearing you down, day after day with Spook. Even when you're with me he's still on your mind. Let's just be normal people for a while, OK? Go Christmas shopping, decorate the place, see a movie, visit an art gallery, stuff like that."Well, I recognized that "stuff like that" wasn't quite the agenda of "normal people," whose jobs didn't just fade into the woodwork come December; only normal rich people had that. I always thought that if it was out there in the open, it was there to play with.Then, one Sunday afternoon when we were watching a football game on the box, one that we neither really cared which team won, at halftime, Hannah, with the score tied, picked a side and asked if I wanted to bet on the outcome. I think she was mostly bored with the game but I told her that as long as the bet involved sex I was in.We actually never saw the end of the game, some friends came over and we turned it off. "As Charlie finished his new round of meaningless twaddle, Allan wasrelieved by the return of familiar sensations to his body and therestoration of his body's mobility. But as the returning sensationsincreasingly strengthened, they became decreasingly familiar. Much ofwhat he was now feeling, he couldn't believe was possible. His onceshort hair now laid across his shoulders and swished across the middleof his back. And there was a very strange sensation of weight hangingfrom his chest. "What.