Can I trade back?"My instinctive response was, 'why should I gamble on a trade when I'mputting in the work as I am and getting results?' Something for...nothingwas never my style. If you didn't work for it, how could you trust that itwas yours?I turned on my bedroom light and looked him over. He didn't look likeanything I wanted to be near, much less wear, as he was offering. Helooked like a junkie. I shook my head. "Nope, sorry." But I'm your sister!"I was _not_ liking the feel of this. I gave. We can drink wine and feed him french fries.”“Done,” I suggested. I knew I would be having coffee or iced tea, but it sounded like a good idea.After she hung up, I called my computer nerd. “Hey sweetie,” I said because I had a brain fart and couldn’t remember her name.“Sarge, that is sexist. You are going to get in trouble doing that,” she said seriously.“Why, are you going to call the PC police on me?” I asked.“No, but someone might,” she said.“Okay, but I called to invite you out for a drink. "What are you doing to me?" I'm just doing you right," she answered, her hands sliding down to the bottom of Laurie's shirt. "Sit up."She sat up and Sydney tugged upwards on her shirt, pulling it over her head and off. Her breasts were small, roughly the size and shape of avocados, capped with large nipples that stood out proudly. She had a scattering of freckles arrayed between them and over the top of them. Her skin was pale there, with tan lines clearly evident."Beautiful," Sydney whispered. I looked over at Mom and she had tears running down her cheeks also."Katrina, it's been a long time coming, but you have always been my best friend. Would you do the honor of becoming my wife and Marry Me?"Needless to say, I said, "Yes." We planned the wedding for seven months away. He would be out of the service in three weeks and starting his training with the Detroit Police Department. He was again living at the Air Force Base in Michigan. Also, by then I would be done with my additional.