She won't get up. She won't even look at me. She's so tired, I know, and I climb into her bed. Just to be close, feeling frightened for her. She pulls...away, turns over so she faces the other way."What happened?" I whisper, but she won't say. Rachael and I stay like that a long while. I think I fell asleep, perhaps she did too, but now we are awake."What's it like?" Rachael whispers."What?" I whisper back, even though it's noon and we're alone in the bright room."Liking girls." She won't turn. I turned the knob on the bedroom door. "This is our room tonight."I opened the door and we stepped inside. Theresa had never seen our bedroom even after all this time. Amy had this habit of always closing the bedroom door and the bathroom was down the hall closer to the living room. So Theresa would have had no reason to come down the hall this far.I took Theresa into the room and over to my bed. I sat down on the side of the bed and pulled her around to stand in front of me. She looked very. My stomach turned as I entered my study and locked the door behind me. There was another note. Freddie, Take a peek out your window at what you may see, for a tempting young nymph sunning herself will be. V. D. The sermon was slow going, and after about thirty minutes I noticed that someone was in the garden. Violette had reclined on a chaise lounge wearing naught but a pair of sunglasses. Her body would have trouble getting wet in the shower, her skin was pasty white, and her nipples were bare. "Take care of your sister," Dad said, " and no parties!"A little voice in my head said, "No problem!"When I got home Marilyn was out laying in a chaise by the pool. She was wearing a thong bikini that covered her private parts, but just barely. The top was two little patches of cloth that hid only her nipples. The bottom was even smaller. "Where did you get that," I asked? I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She pulled her sunglasses down just far enough to look over the top of them. "I bought.