Daytime TV was trash, of course. He took the remote and turned on the VCR; maybe someone had left a tape in it that was worth watching, although the o...ds were that it was more of Henry's cartoons.It wasn't cartoons; it was the tape that Kirsten had made on the finish line at Sunday. He had already seen it seventeen times at least, but he watched the climactic moments once again: the teams racing across the ice, pounding along side by side, Tiffany so tiny behind the drive bow of the sled, but. I sat in the outdoor chair at the local coffee shop and looked blankly at the huge billboard that proclaimed “Canada – The Land that time forgot” enticing New Yorkers to vacation in the northern regions on their honeymoon or for any other reason to get away from the stresses of the modern world. It triggered a memory of my travels north to track the escaping Indians that had wiped out the Seventh Cavalry and General George Armstrong Custer at the Battle of the Little Big Horn. In all honesty, I. Pain." Damnit. My sister had heard me grunting. I hastily get everything on and come out of the door."Hey, sis. I'm fine. I was...... Brushing my teeth and I bit my tongue.My sister turns away, and I can swear I see her blush.Later, my parents tell me and my sister goodbye, and my sister walks into my room after a while totell me she's getting a shower.I tell her okay, and I wait. Ever since I started fantasizing about my sister, I have hoped she wouldslip up and leave my bathroom door open.. He was thankful for the dim light. He had managed to look down the top of her dress when he was leading her to the door, and he hoped his arousal wasn’t glaringly obvious. Michelle stopped at a classroom door, looking through the window at the rows of desks and the large windows on the opposite wall that overlooked the football field. ‘I wonder if we’re allowed to be out here,’ she murmured absently. He reached past her to try the door handle and it turned easily. Glancing back the way they had.