Then I got a Yahoo chat message. “Hi, how are ya?” I was wrapped, it was Rita, tired and recovering well at home. It took 2 weeks till Rita got an... sexual appetite back, but it was worth the wait! “Guess what”, she said. “I’m coming to London in 4 weeks”. I was stunned, scared, and happy at the same time. We were going to meet, would she like me, would it be uncomfortable? “Great”, I said. Yesterday was the day she went back home to America. I caught the train into Frenchurch street, and the. Now that they can talk without you they've been busy gossiping. They were always a bit concerned about using your brain power for simple messages before, but now that they don't have to worry about that, they're talking to all of us. But I'll wait my turn on the weekend. The only problem is I have to try to fit my turn in between your girlfriends' time over the weekend." Yeah, but we'll manage to work something out. There's always morning wood you know." No, I wouldn't know about that, as I've. As i was tired went to my berth and slept off. By evening i came down as the train was at a station I got down to get a water bottle and as i was near the window the girl asked me if i could get her one bottle this sent a idea in my mind that they were not relatives and I could chat with her. As the train started I sat opposite to her and we started talking and she shared my I pod and was listening to songs we became good friends exchanged our mobile numbers we arrived at our destination she. ”“You’re still my sister-to-be. I don’t care about blood relation, you’re my sister, and that’s final.”“But…”“No buts…You’re my stepsister-to-be. We’re still siblings, and I am not gonna bang my sister, no matter what the relation is and how attractive she is.”Silence filled the air and Alyssa and I just stared at each other. I saw her face, and she was about to cry. I couldn’t blame her. After hearing what I just said, if it was fired at me (flip the gender stuff), I would cry too.“Listen,.