”Remember?” She added pointedly.There was an unmistakably naughty glint in her eye. I was beginning to think my sister was a bit of tease.“But I...am really feeling very stiff this morning…I really could use a hot bath.” I protested.“Well, I did quite fancy one myself.” She responded. “It’d be good to relax before I get down to revising.” She added, raising an eyebrow suggestively in my direction. “Well, I suppose it IS your turn.” I conceded. “I guess I’ll just have to find another way to. Her parents had farmed around the capital their entire lives and had suffered the slings and arrows of the previous decade. Their small farm had been forced almost to extinction by the gluttonous King Wilhelm and his minions. Any surplus was immediately claimed as a tax. The atmosphere had grown so bad that Lydia had been sent to live with distant cousins rather than have her maidenhood ripped from her by one of the king’s followers.She had been permitted to return to her home when King Joseph. I, being the forementioneds Best Friend, was aware of all of this, and (although secretly) very, very attracted. We went to Jacksonville Middle School, 8th grade. I am five foot nine, very muscular, and bisexual. I have brown hair, commonly mistaken for black, green-blue eyes, and the identical skater-boy haircut. It was second period: Science. Tom was flirting harmlessly with his lab partner, Sharon, a pretty brunette with boobs the size of Jupiter. A lucky man, I thought. I would kill to be. The bed sheets were changed to her usual traditional style. My hands shook with anticipation while I removed the vent cover. I examined down the dark tunnel making sure nothing was disturbed. (I didn't want my secret to get out).After removing my camcorder. I reinstalled the grill cover and quickly walked to my bedroom closing the door behind me.Mild obscenities echoed in my room! As I fumbled with my computer's patch cable trying to hook it up to the back of the camera and turning it on.The.