Sis!??Sis?!? I smiled.I glanced over at the clock beside Anna?s bed, it had just passed 3pm.?So what do we do now?!?Anna checked the time too. ?Well i...?s only early, it would be a shamefor our girly afternoon to end just yet...?I smiled, I didn?t need to say anything. It was obvious I wasn?t quiteready for this to end yet either. ?What do you have in mind?!??How about we take things up a level?!??Up a level? How do you mean? Is that even possible?!? I honestlydidn?t think there was another. But, it's reasonable to assume that unlikely does not equal impossible." I drink tea," she said.Jake smiled, "I know just the place."It took nearly an hour over coffee and tea for Jake to say something else "philosophically incompatible." He'd known that he would. Hazel's terminology marked her as a fan of the writings of Ayn Rand; her zeal marked her as a recent convert. Jake was too cynical, even at nineteen, to wholly embrace any philosophy.His mistake came when Hazel fumed about the. We could always order a pizza as things went on. I got ‘dressed’ at home but would meet everyone in just lingerie and a robe. It felt different wearing slacks over a garter belt, panties and stockings. When I checked into the room [around four pm] I was nervous and had that horny/ready-to-be-fucked feeling all over. Seven o’clock was arriving rapidly. I’d opened a bottle of wine and just relaxed for a while; before putting the final touches on my makeup and making sure I looked like I was ready. We hadn’t eaten in two days. She just shook her head, and finally said, “I need a shower.” With that, she ran up the stairs, leaving me heartbroken. I went to the refrigerator. I wasn’t really hungry either, honestly. But a cold beer seemed just the thing. I pulled one out, and went to the family room. I plopped down on the sofa, propped my feet on the coffee table, and flipped on the TV, scanning channels. I desperately wanted something to occupy my mind.I sat staring at the TV. .