" He gave me a meaningful look, then went into the bathroom. Apparently it was up to me get our i****tuous crime spree in motion.Christine was taking ...nother long pull on her beer and I let my eyes roam over her, from her pretty face down her neck to her big round tits, and the nipples poking through her tanktop. I wondered how, exactly, a guy went about taking advantage of his own sister. After all, she wasn't just any girl, I had a history with her, and all of it involved that boundary that. That was when he stripped her, raped her, and bound her up to the ceiling. She had been calling out all night long, but no one had heard her. Then I mowed the yard and she waited until I had closed the garage door to call out.I suggested that she go to the hospital and she refused. So I wrapped her up in a blanket, picked her up, and placed her in my car. She was very quiet during the ride and refused to talk to the nurses, the doctor, and the policewoman that had been called in.I told them as. I jokingly accused my girlfriend of giving Jen a more passionate 'good morning' kiss than I had received, which earned me another one from both of them, and more laughter all round.Sheila and Hamish emerged from her bedroom shortly after the kettle on the hob had whistled to announce that the water had boiled. Both looked as if they had been dragged through a hedge backwards; Sheila took one look at herself in the round mirror on the wall and bolted to the bathroom for her hairbrush. To be. .. oh, what the hell," Mark said, taking the plastic cup from Mike. He was glad he'd stuck to the punch; apparently the bar mixed them pretty stiff. "What's in this stuff, anyway?" Don't know," Mike admitted. "All Carrie has ever said is that it's based on some sort of German forty-rod that Helga imports from the Black Forest." He laughed, and went on, "There was the year that someone got the bright idea of making the punch out of equal parts of tomato juice and Budweiser, with a little steak.