Especially during our single-digit years we leaned on each other for support and comfort during our mother's absences. It kept us, I think, from turni...g into bickering siblings the way so many other brothers and sisters do.Our mom was an attractive woman from whom Kaylee had definitely inherited many of her looks. Even so, she rarely dated. Once in a while she would have a boyfriend but Kaylee and I rarely met them. There had been two or three we had met, though, all of whom I'd been certain my. "Sorry," she apologized, then re-locked the door behind her. "I've never… done anything like this before, but you just…" she seemed a strange combination of embarrassed and bold at the same time. "I just figured we could help each other out," she said with a hesitant smile."Oh, really?" I asked, kind of sarcastically, but she didn't seem to pick up on it."I mean, you're not going to get any action for a week with your girlfriend," she explained totally seriously, but there was something. She was front on to the camera this time, her bare breasts thrust out proudly with her shoulders back and her arms seemingly tied behind her. Her hair was damp and hanging in front of her face, as though she'd been working out. Her body was covered in droplets of sweat, some drops hanging precariously from the bottom of her large breasts. I tried not to stare as I was directed by Mr Maddison to take my seat with Andy and Mark. The photo was behind me as I sat down, but the memory of it was. The sergeant did not directly touch her skin once. It was as if she was so disgusted by pig she could not stand to touch her, those at least were Emily's thoughts. Once all the measurements were taken the doctor entered the data into a computer terminal at the bench in the corner of the room. Sergeant Mailer was talking quietly with the doctor, her back to Emily. Guard Jennings was clearing the stainless steel table of the implements used in her examination and rigging up some kind of pole.