At times, she kissed him. At times, she hugged him fiercely, her head resting on his left shoulder. At times, she communed with him as she stared into...his eyes. Dad seemed to understand, as he followed her lead. At last, though, she began a climb up the Stairway, a climb on which she encouraged Dad to join her. When she finally tumbled over the top, so unlike most times she climaxed, she was nearly silent as she came on him and he came in her, their mouths fastened to each other’s. When she was. ”“Get it?”“Got it!“Good,” my pretty sister said.“So, either we put an hour between visits, or we make each succeeding visit earlier in time?” I restated.“That is ... close to exactly right, my wonderful brother,” Linda said.Doc went on to warn us again about the Butterfly Effect. Linda argued with him about it for a while, finally getting his understanding, which she said was flawed. We left, back to my place to hatch a plan.Our ultimate goals, were six-fold, in no particular order:1)Keep. Good thing my skirt wasshort today, I'd hate to get it stained.I blinked. Of course it was short, it always was. With legs like mine,why wouldn't you show off a little? Besides, I loved how the boys alwaystried to sneak peaks. They thought they were being so sneaky, but Ialways knew. Knew and loved it. What fun would class be if I couldn'tgive the boys a little show every now and then.Speaking of shows, it was time to get one started here just for me. Abig show, as it turned out, and all mine.. It was very hot out, and I felt sweat start to drip down under my arms. This was too much; I felt so stripped and exposed as I waited for the light to change. It felt like an hour before the walk sign appeared, and I walked to the parking lot of the Wendy's as fast as I could without running. I reached Karen's car and tried to open the passenger door so I could get back inside the car, but in a very sadistic move she had locked the door. The pavement was burning up my feet, and I was starting.