They stood before their red-faced father, sniffing and wiping their eyes.“How did this happen?” he asked, angry and disappointed.“We didn’t me...n to, honest,” Folly sobbed.“How many boys have screwed you?” their father asked.Holly shook her head and looked at her sister. “Lots; we didn’t count.”“More than ten?” he asked.They nodded.“Damn, you’re nothing but sluts,” he yelled at them. “While I call the doctor, you go up to your room and write me out a list. I want to know who and when as best you. " I said in a sing-song voice. He mumbled something about yellow bears and purple bananas. Weird kid. He shifted and fell asleep again. I sighed and bent down to his ear. "The three new Green Day CDs are downstairs for you." I whispered and jerked back as he shot upward and ran to the door. He tried to open it but it was locked. I lightly giggled. "Vlad. Calm down. I was kidding. You wouldn't wake up so I had to say that." I said, walking over to him and putting my arms around his waist. "You'r. He seemed to pull himself together suddenly, and went back to the door. ‘I’ll see you down stairs,’ he said over his shoulder and closed the door behind him. Izzy was just pulling a dress over her head, when there was another knock on the door. ‘Just a second!’ she called out in panic. She heard the door open and frantically pulled the dress down to cover her. ‘I said, just a second!’ she snapped as her sister came into view. Jessie looked at her with her eyebrows raised questioningly. ‘Sorry,. ” They were standing at the door to his room, that semi-fastened pants crotch still bursting with male potential as he reached for his key-card. “And to answer the question that’s currently burning in your mind,” he said, stony features creasing into a smile, “everything you imagine, and then some. How do you feel, Brooke?”“I’m …” The question took her unawares and she fumbled for the bravado that had deserted her. “… A little nervous I guess.”“Clever girl,” he said amiably. “But don’t worry, I.