" I wasn't listening, though. She emerged from the closet with a baggy looking dress, kind of hippie-dippy style with some embroidery and a long ski...t "Try this one!" she said, tossing it to me. I made no effort to catch it, and it sailed past me onto the bed."No way. I am not going out wearing a dress." I said, in a firm tone."Oh, come on, no one'll see, and.." No way. No. End of story. I'm not gonna dress up like a woman. Sorry. No." OK Adrian OK. I'm sorry. I'll see if there's. So cute. I look at the two friends and they are done with their pie. I grab their empty plates and take them to the kitchen without even making eye contact. I slam the check down on the table and they jump. I walk away with no expression.Who am I mad at? Not him, he is only doing what he normally does. I am mad at myself. Have I become a whore, a slut who will fuck at the drop of a hat? When did I go from virgin cheerleader to alley slut? I stop and put down the pot of coffee. I know. I dunno. Feels like just yesterday. She tried to call me, but of course I didn't want to talk to her. I've just been running around acting like a fool trying to keep my mind clear. It's worked a bit, but you know, I just haven't felt like me.?However, I do love to party now, a little more than before. I'll have to take you out one night.''As your sister?' she asked coyly.'Well, that depends on who we're with. You can at least come to my work one night. How long are you going to stay?''As long. Open the fuck up!" Or, I can just pour it in your eyes," she proffered. "I've heard thatreally stings."Slowly but surely, I tentatively began to open my mouth."Wider..." she encouraged.I opened my mouth a bit more and - before I knew what had happened - sheshoved the spoon into it; flipped it over; and scrapped the contents offonto my tongue."Come on, there's more," she said. "Lord knows you never came this muchwhen we fucked," she muttered to herself as she scrapped up a secondhelping. .