"Shhh...keep it down. He might be able to hear you." my sister warned."He can?" Molly snapped nervously. "Why didn't you tell me early?" she reduced ...er volume to a light whisper. Still, I could still make out what she said. "What if he heard all of those?" Why does it matter? It's not like you've declared your undying love for my brother." Shut up!" Molly hissed and my sister burst into laughter.That night, I couldn't sleep. Each time I closed my eyes, the image of Molly's bright blue eyes. A woman ran in from a nearby room, dressed in her nightgown. "What's going on, brother?" she asked."The incest alert is sounding," Donny responded. "We need more information. Chip, get in here!"Their robot butler, Chip, suddenly wheeled into the room, flailing his mechanical arms up and down. "Aye-yi-yi-yi! The incest alert is on full blast!" Chip, you need to calm down," Donny responded. "Who are you talking about, and where is it happening?" According to reports, an insanely attractive pair. "Turning to Wilson he said, "Dave, Miss Duncan is a reporter for The New York Times. I have no idea what the Times could find interesting about us, but answer her questions and try to keep anything big from dropping on her head."Wilson extended his hand and Sally looked at him closely for the first time. When she did, she could feel her heart flip. He was also about six feet three, appeared to weigh well over 200 pounds and had the most handsome face and the warmest brown eyes she had ever. Many girls came up to him after the show, asking for his autograph, or a chance to experience what the other girls experienced on stage. But Henry still had his detractors, people who claimed it was all a fake, that he had placed actors in the audience, that the people on stage were playing along, however, Henry quickly turned them into believers by putting them under and having them become the stars of the show. But how did someone get that good at hypnosis? Surely it must take years of.