My6 year old sister, Jamie, was already in bed. Then about one in themorning, my mom comes stumbling in the house and goes into her room.A few minutes...later she runs into the bathroom, barely getting tothe toilet before she started barfing. No wonder my dad left us ifhe had THAT to watch all the time.After she quieted down and didn't come out, I went in to see if sheneeded help. There was mom was passed out on the floor next to thetoilet. Well, I thought, it wouldn't do for Jamie to wake up in. Her wings tugged against his back like soft latex. He felt the soft press of her boobs against his chest. The erect points of her nipples caught on the fabric of his T-shirt."You're different," Fifi whispered in his ear. "There's a reality about you the others don't have."The spicy musk of her body, the heat, was overpowering. She nibbled on his earlobe before leaving a trail of soft kisses along his cheek. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. DaBigBoom was too lost to notice as her hands moved. He had his pistol out and fully cocked, just waiting for the assassin to show himself. Jack had to wait for nearly five minutes before there was any activity on the far side of the road. Finally, a man stood up and walked in the direction of the hat. Jack waited for the man to get close enough so that he couldn't possibly miss before shooting the man in the groin.That was a calculated shot, since Jack wanted to question the assassin before the man died. He collapsed on the road, and the rifle. Quiet outgoing and sometimes loud she was one of my sisters closest friends and not just in locality as she lived across the road to us but her and my sister were inseparable doing nearly everything together.“Ay up, what you up to” I asked looking at what she was carrying. “ I’ve been to get my baton re-tipped and now I’m off to practice”. Celia and her sister were the lead baton twirlers in the towns jazz band group and all them pair did most days was twirl and throw the batons in the air.