Fuck off, " she declared. I was dumb struck. In fact, as far as I could tell, she hadn't even moved any of her stuff in yet. She was just lying on m... bed reading one of my magazines. "You can't just take my room," I protested. "I need the extra space for all my stuff! I decorated this room myself.. It's mine!" "Bite me, Sis." She looked up and stared coldly and firmly into my eyes. I'd not seen her so calm and resolute before. I could see from her determined gaze that this event was a. They had a good time. Zoe was actually learning some new things, and it didn't hurt that he had model-hot features, long, surfer-blond hair, and a body toned to perfection over years of competitive swimming. But the real hook came near the end of their first lesson, when she thought she saw Alex staring at her thighs peaking out from her plaid skirt. At first Zoe dismissed the thought. But then, ever the sharp student, she tried an experiment, shifting her legs so that her skirt began riding. Jennifer had finished first in her high school class and received a full academic scholarship to Stanford. In addition to that, she was an outstanding basketball player and the head coach at Stanford, while not offering her a scholarship, invited her to try out for the team as a walk-on. Practice wouldn't begin until October and she was still trying to decide whether to accept the offer. Yes, she was quite an accomplished student and athlete. The scholarship would really helped Jan, because. Hmmm?After the cleanup, Mom was in charge of the packing, printing clearly on the boxes as we filled them.They are using a large U-Haul for the move.At the lunch break we had a Domino’s Pizza delivered, my treat.Back to work, we emptied all of the closets, including the linens. When we had enough boxes, I took a hand dolly and loaded them in according to dads’ instructions (There is a right way and a wrong way to load a truck I found out.)Mom left all the pots and pans, deciding to buy it all.