) Good and thank you, again. With your permission I'll leave now to continue with preparations for this evening's performances." She excused herself a...d walked to the door. Turning, she smiled at the Concierge and nodded at him before opening the door and leaving.She is thirty-eight and in her prime. She started cardiovascular and strength training shortly after arriving at Hanover House and has been slim, trim and fit ever since, almost five years, now. Her body and mind adjusted to her. I'm sorryfor saying that, especially now. It's just that your Mom always had iteasy, sometimes I'm a little jealous."Mark struggled to reorient his point of view. He had never reallythought of what it must be like for the sisters growing up and now hewas getting some insight. "So what are you going to do? I don't wantto wear that dress." You would rather walk around in lingerie?" Aunt Tracy smiled."No, I can wear your scrubs, even the pink ones are miles better thanthat." Mark gestured. We walked home rather than taking the bus. It was a half-hour walk but the evening was warm, and the streets were quiet.“I guess that’s the end of us being ‘platonic’, eh,” I said after we had walked in silence for a while.“I hope so. I guess I do owe you a bit of a confession, though,” Tonia answered.We stopped and faced each other.“A confession about what?” I asked, puzzling over her statement.My friend took a deep breath, then told me, “I kind of set us up for all this. At least I tried to. "Marsha knows what that means. It can't be coming as a huge revelation. I heard Reggie tell her about it yesterday. She knows Reggie makes me do it. Reggie intends to whore her out. She's going to make her undress under the bleachers and sell her to the boys at school for sex at lunchtime just like she does me.I took off my normal clothes while Reggie examined Marsha. One of my new slut outfits is hanging behind her door for me. It's the wrap around dress with the belt closure. There aren't any.