So, you know what happened, right? Of course, when she saw me a while later, she asked me if I got off good in my room after she flashed me. See what ... mean?Now, yes, I hated being teased but I loved having such a sexy, beautiful sister.She was medium-height with long, shiny brown hair, and like I said, very curvy. She tanned beautifully in the summer and her legs were gorgeous. I did know her bra size because I started looking at them when I was ten and they were 32-A cups but by the time she. In fact, she had been wearing another blue dress the night she had made her confession.“You made great time,” Joan said as the two of them walked into the living room, “the streets must’ve been deserted.”She had only meant it as a figure of speech, but Carol quickly confirmed that it had taken on a frightening reality.“I don’t think I saw two dozen people all the way up here,” she said. “Unless you count the people packed into just about every bar I passed. That and the lines of people outside. I tried desperately to catch him, but in the end I had nothing left in the tank and fell aside, gasping for air and coughing like my lungs would come up. I kept a secret flame of bitterness burning for that long-legged sadist for several weeks, until Dave, who was a senior, invited me to one of his legendary parties. His family must have had money, because they had an enormous home with a motorized gate at the head of the driveway. The basement was huge, and had a pool table and an awesome. I was in worn flip flops a size too big that I’d found in the lost and found bin at the shelter. Hadn’t bathed in weeks, no clue on when I’d brushed my hair last, and my clothes were men’s sweats, stained and ripped. The fibers filled with smoke, booze, and shame.Maybe I was hours or days from ending up like my friend Ivy, dead in the vines and trash of a ditch two minutes from downtown. Maybe I had years more to waste away. I’ll never know. But I know I’m never going back. Everything.