He took some detergent and a mop upstairs with him to clean the puddleof orange juice from his sister's bedroom floor. But first he stopped byhis clut...ered bedroom to put on a pair of underpants, blue jeans, red t-shirt and socks. He felt that male clothes were so bland, bleak and notfun to wear. What was the point?He sighed mournfully as he entered his sister's room, mopped up theorange juice and dressed the bed back to the way it was. He even wentfor the extra detail by turning the track back. Anyways, I remember I went to go talk to her and see what she was up to and she said just a minute let me change into my pajama's. moment later alright you can come in now. She was wearing a long shirt that looked very comfy. you could see her nice long legs because she was so tall. She couldn't find her mouse and said I'll give you anything you want if you find it. Really? ok then I want a kiss! Ok I'll make that deal because I looked everywhere for it and couldn't find it and I'm 100% sure. I can honestly say I had my fill of oil and canvas and paint and other media and walked a hundred miles up and down the island of Manhattan. It was a nice trip but it did not endear me to the city. This is not a reflection on the art, just my opinion of the city.I made a trip there in the late 1980s to see a show, do some shopping and such and it was this trip that convinced me that it would be an extremely cold day before I ever returned to New York. I would rather spend my time in Paris or. .. Ugh." I pulled my head away from her a little to try and see her lovely face again. She was little more than a mask of open-mouthed, heavy-lidded lust. She licked her lips again and I almost just slammed on the brakes, seriously considered it-- just squealing to a stop in the middle of the road so I could ravage her. She leaned back in, closing her eyes and tilting her head as if to kiss me and I had to stop her. "Wait, baby, I'm driving. Shit-- Goddamn. You want to kill us? Uh. .