"Let's get you into your costume, thenI'll let you look!" she smiled, rushing round the bed with me in tow tograb the dress off of the bed. "Hmm, mayb... I should have got you intothis first and then done your hair and makeup, I don't want to spoil themby trying to squeeze you into this..." She trailed off, eyeing me up. "Ohno wait, there's a zip at the back!" Abbie smiled, and with a swiftmovement unzipped the back of the dress and held it out to me. "Step in!"she beamed, and I took one ginger. ...I swear to God, I'll put you in apair of Amelia's pyjamas. Understood?"I shivered at the mere thought of it, not least because I was immediatelysure that my little sister'sJammies would probably fit me just fine."Go to sleep, now," she ended the conversation with, turning off mybedroom light, "and not another word."In the darkness I found myself completely smothered by the embarrassmentof the situation. This wasn't helped by a careful but firm whisperingthrough the wall, and of Amelia's. No one was not there so I decided to eat dinner at our favorite place. It had been some time since we had been in, the place had changed (not for the better). The crowd was younger, rougher and mostly drunk on their asses. There had been a fight at the far end of the room just after I was seated and the place never really settled down afterward. I liked the fact that they sat me at the end of a long row of booths, it was quieter back here.They were seated together on the same side of the table. So we planned for a coffee.My home is 12 km far from hers. I took my dad’s car and picked her up when we saw each other there wasn’t anything awkward feel and climate was little better than usual.There was cool breeze in which her hair swung.Hugged each other and she sat in the front seat. We went to a coffee shop.Meanwhile, we had a formal chat about the life and much more.We were in the shop and as usual, there wasn’t any customer’s except a couple.I ordered for two cappuccino and.