" Pandemonium?"Miranda giggled. "At the very least. Wouldn't be fair, though, would it? Poor guys."Ruth was also giggling. "Guess not."She drank the r...st of her wine, poured herself and Miranda another glass. "Be pretty mean, in fact," said Miranda. The two women looked at each other, then went back to their pasta and talked about other stuff - 'that bastard Mike' featuring quite strongly. The subject of Miranda's new job didn't crop up again until Ruth (whose turn it was) had settled the bill. It was my best birthday, ever. That day was the peak of our joyous new lives. My stomach was full, my legs were tired, and my head was filled with contentment. When night fell and we rested on the couch sharing a coffee table book about race cars (one of my birthday presents), mother asked if there were anything else she might do for her birthday boy before he had to go to bed."Yes mother, but I don't think you'll like me if I asked you." I answered meekly.Mother was no fool. She guessed what. Her eyes still widened every time I kissed her goodnight.The next step was the hardest one to plan. It took a lot of thought before I could decide what to do next. The question was whether I should continue to ever so slowly seduce my sister, or just do everything at once. The former was slower and provided more time for my sister to catch on. Still, she hadn't noticed anything so far. Of course, doing everything at once had the important advantage that it was fast. My plan is slow enough as. "I've got better things to do than jump around in amini-skirt, flashing my panties to drunken crowds." Whatever," Toni said. Then she smiled at me again. "Later, Coltrane."When she'd drifted off, Kat looked at me with shock, and leaned close tome, linking her arm in mine. "Oh shit. What was that? I mean, I was thecheer captain at my old school," she said in a barely audible whisper."And the first two years of college."I lowered my own voice to the quietest level. "Apparently in thisreality, you.