She could smell HIM now all over her. ‘I don’t know where your goddamned shirt is! And what the fuck use do I have for your cologne?’ She had l...ed. But then, she was pretty drunk by then, she could have forgotten. No. She’d lied. She never forgot anything. Ever. Just like she would never forget how she screeched at him when he came back. While waving a nearly empty bottle of HIS 25-year-old Macallan scotch with one hand and gesturing a lit cigarette with the other she’d shrieked, ‘GET OUT! Get. I sleep in Brett’s jersey and he sleeps in his old raggedy track shorts. I hope your friends don’t mind. We know you and Eddie have seen us naked, so we know you won’t mind.”“Hi, Brooke. You know Becky and I love being naked or half naked. You sure look good this morning. I want you to me my wife-to-be, Melinda Hampton. This is her younger brother, Joey. Joey and two of his friends will be taking over the paper route soon and we wanted him to meet you and Brett.”“Come on in the kitchen.”Brett. " Well, I could help you." I replied hoarsely. I was trembling all over as I said it."What do you mean, Jenny? How..."Rebecca suddenly realized what I was hinting at. Her face went scarlet with embarrassment."Jenny! Are you crazy?" she yelped. "You're eighteen years old! And I'm your sister!"Rebecca acted repulsed but I could see a thoughtful look in her eye, as if she were silently considering the idea. I took a chance and pushed her a bit."Well, I don't mind that a bit," I said. "After all,. I had decided to take a summer dress with me, a long t-shirt that came to about mid-thigh, two normal t-shirts and a short. Oh yes, and also a skirt that came to just above my knees. For my feet, I had packed my flip flops, and I would wear my sneakers in the morning with another short and t-shirt.I also took my beauty bag with me, of course. It contained a brush, toothbrush and my shaving things. I was shaving every other day now, to keep it always very clean. However, this also helped to.