” “Why not?” she giggled. “Because,” I said, “It’s just something I do for myself. You won’t show me yours.” She laughed quietly. �...You never asked.” I stopped again, frustrated at the second interruption. “Are you saying that all I have to do is ask to see yours and you’d show it to me?” “Uh-huh,” she replied. I bit my bottom lip. We were siblings! This wouldn’t go over right with our friends at school; even worse, if Dad caught us… “What if we get caught?” I asked. “So you want to see it. Come in!"The door opened and before him was the lovely single mom Mrs Saint. Deborah Saint. She had a tall, lean figure, raven black hair that fell to her shoulders, lovely brown eyes. Some fine round D's under that yellow night dress one piece. She stepped aside smiling at him, letting him inside the house as if an honored guest. The house was as big as his own, very nicely furnished with some decent comforts. A very humble home but it actually looked quite stylish, considering how much Deb. “Yep, just about done here.”“Listen man,” He said, stepping inside, “I just want to say it’s been good to have you back this week. I know that with… you know… everything, that you needed that time off, but we’ve really needed the help the past week. Good to see you back to your old self.”“Thanks man, I appreciate it.” He looked like he wanted to say something, but was stopping himself. “What’s on your mind Josh, you’re not usually one to hold back.”“It’s just… I wanted to ask how everything. "Besides," I sigh. "The Angels don't split up every week from their-" Bechdel!" Sarah yells, making me roll my eyes. "You know the rules." Ilet out a long sigh, before downing my glass of wine in two largegulps."Don't I get any, you know, leeway for being the 'reason' for thisparty?" I ask."Nope," Katie says bluntly."If anything, you should be treated MORE harshly," Lauren explains. "Weneed to remind you that you don't need- excuse me," Lauren gigglesbefore finishing her drink. "BOYS to have.