She had already fitted her mouth to mine, and was pulling me into an upright position… Or trying. I’m almost 200lbs, and I REALLY didn’t want to...move. But I did anyway. As I laid her down onto the seat, the rainy air seeping through the cracks in the windows, and noises of a wet highway muffled through the insulation, I pressed myself to her, and our bodies matched. I gently tugged at the bottom of her shirt, and as her arms slowly came up, I pulled it up until it was at her neck. Then in one. I expect you to treat me like a real date, OK?”“Yes, Caroline Cathleen Chelsea O’Hara. My dream date.”At 7:25pm, I pulled my car out of the garage and move it to the street in front of the house. Before I got out, I looked at myself in the mirror, checking my teeth and running my fingers through my hair. Damn, I’m nervous – but, why ... It’s just Caroline ... my little sister.All righty then, it’s time. I get out of the car and nervously walk up to the front door, where I knock, again very. "Have you brought the music?" Reg asked eagerly."Of course." Her twinkling eyes showed she was not upset. She delved in a plastic bag and brought out the complete score and a sheet of music on which she had written the bass part."Now then," she went on pulling her chair so that she could sit beside him, "this is a stave and each line and each gap between them is a note and they go up in a scale." She sang one to la. "Got it?" Yup." Right! The blobs with the tails and holes in them are called. Then she looked at herself in the mirror. She still couldn't believe what they were going to do tonight, and what she was wearing.Jen was wearing the lingerie that she had worn on her wedding day, under her wedding dress. Ivory white bustier with garter straps, lacy panties and ivory stockings. She even wore the ivory satin heels from her wedding day. Everything still fit. In fact, as she looked in the mirror, she proudly thought that she looked better today than on her wedding day.She had.