"What does Mom think about this?"Dee whirled around again, showing me her cute butt. "She said I could, around the house, if I wanted to." Oh, well, o...ay then," I assented. I was trying to figure out what was going on inside me. I mean, this was my little sister, after all, but still, I had to admit, she was hot. Well, she was showing signs of it, anyway. "Uh, I'm doing supper. What does this mean?" I asked, showing her Mom's scrawl."This!" Sis bent over and got something out of the freezer to. I'll going to ask him out for drinks tomorrow and see what he says." Party pooper! I can't wait to see who it is."The next day, Robert called Barry from his office. He told him he has something he wanted to talk to him about and asked if they could meet for drinks at the local bar after work.Barry responded by telling Robert that he would see him at their favorite pub around five thirty.That evening they met at the local bar during happy hour. Barry ordered a Black Russian and Robert ordered a. . . . Bob? Kids?" No. . . . They wanted to, but they really couldn't get away, just yet.Bob's looking into flights for the weekend."He nodded, understanding."The truth is, we have some things to talk about, and I needed privacythat I wouldn't have gotten with Bob along."Her father squeezed her hand encouraging her. "Okay." Remember when you and Mom sat me down, and you first told me about yourother self. I was maybe eight or nine, not quite into puberty yet, butalmost."A slight nod. She's really shaken up."When I asked what was wrong, Judy told me the whole story. Afraid for the girl, I took off down to Adam's a few doors away without a second thought.Casey met me at the door in a cut off pink T shirt and skimpy boy shorts, her pale hair pulled back in a ponytail. She grabbed me in a hug, happy to see me there."They didn't do anything to you, did they, honey?" I asked when she told me about the whole thing."No....they didn't get in. I guess the neighbors pulling into the.