Eventually they finished and I lay there onmy side in the foetal position, my legs curled up against my body, myface hidden in my hands, sobbing with ...umiliation."Now that should teach the bitch who is running this prison!" the leaderof the guards growled."Tell Steve that Bill said hello, and thanks for the loan of one hisgirls," Bill said."Tell him he knows where to find me if has any problems with me using hisproperty without permission," he sneered.The guards were all laughing amongst. I stood waiting at the top of the stairs as she entered. Turning fromwhere she had been talking to my brother, she gasped."Jaz?!" she practically screamed the question, already knowing theanswer."Hi, Cami," I said with a broad smile I genuinely felt."Jaz!" she screamed again, not a question this time. She ran thelength of the kitchen and threw her arms around me in a hug. I'd neverfelt small around my sister before, but I noticed that she was a goodfive inches taller than me. "You're so. If you need help with anything just let me know. I'm Mary."With that she stood giving me a full view of her body. She was slim at the waist with tight black pants hugging her wide hips and firm thighs.Shaking her hand, "I'm Jeff."The gym was s**ttered with machines and various weight racks. I began in the back working my way forward through the machines and finishing with a short jog on the treadmill. I exited the gym with one last glance at Mary, she smiled over her cup of coffee as I mumbled. I figured seeing him would bring back memories, but all the ones that were flooding back were hitting me like a sledgehammer. I can remember back to when we were little, just 7 and 10 years, old sitting out on the dock fishing, typically ending in me squealing as I made Luke get whatever I just caught off the hook. Roasting marshmallows around the fire with our families, just sitting and relaxing. Of course, these were the more ‘pretty’ memories from when we would get along, which as we got.