She casts a glance over at the sleeping form of her brother. He is thankfully covered so that she cannot see much of him. She thinks about getting dre...sed, but decides against it. She still has a lot of time before work and she is going to need a shower to wash the filth surrounding her body. What she needs is coffee and time to think this through.Rory slips from the room in nothing but her white cotton panties. Down the stairs she glides gracefully. As she pass through the living room her eye. She had managed to get away without needing a bra which combined with the cool air in the alleyway had her nipples poking nearly through the black fabric. All in all she revealed copious amounts of skin including a generous helping of her delightful cleavage as well as most of her midriff.“Fucking skinny ass white bitch! Think you can come down here ‘n talk shit in my hood!”The situation hadn’t quite made its way through the haze to the drunken starlet. She just looked at them mutely waiting to. 'Okay, then don't look.I sat at my desk. Facing away from her, but I heard all the sounds. Her pants unzipping, her panties slipping down. The faint noise of pee streaming out of her.'I cannot believe I just did that in front of you.' She shamefully said.She put the bowl in the corner. 'Were gonna need that bowl later I guess.''Well, what do you want to do? The evening came again. We both had peed in the bowl and joked about how this experience made our bond as brother as sister better. Now we. ”I do not understand all of this—what is “polygraph” and “double-blind?”—but I understand enough to be glad that I spoke as I did.When dinner is finished Irving asks that we sleep early. “I want to get off at about oh-dark-thirty,” he says, “do the whole thing in one day. Can you handle that, Linda, you’ll be taking your own car?” She nods.“One more thing,” he says as he goes to his room. “I don’t expect I have to tell you what’ll happen if either one of you isn’t here in the morning.”Linda.