It's just seven or eight people, nothing crazy, you told yourself.Unfortunately you never told your friends they couldn't bring their friends, and bef...re you knew it there were 100 people at your house. You got mad at them and asked why they thought they could bring someone along, they told you they thought that's what you were supposed to do at a party. At that point you just decided to enjoy yourself and hope nobody broke anything major, since you had two days to clean up before your parents. Lose your pants and put these on."Clearly privacy was not high on the list of Julia's current mindset. I changed into my too-small, gray underwear."On the floor and give me a few sit-ups." -- A few seconds later, "Excellent. Perfect in fact. Okay, stand up, thanks."I did so, unfortunately while Julia added, "Let's go to the living room." Ahh, honey. I'm not really dressed to be walking around the house. This underwear isn't exactly modest." Get used to it. You're going to be dressed this way in. On top of that I would end up not getting any compensation myself. Now, in case you are wondering, I pay myself less than our licensed plumber, electrician, HVAC man, and lawyer. What was I to do? I had talked things over with my friends and one old friend told me to re-read a book that we both had enjoyed while we were in college together. The book was Ayn Rand’s ‘Atlas Shrugged’. It is an excellent book. The title comes from an interesting question. If Atlas, who had the whole world on his. ’ ‘People do that you know,’ she cooed, twirling around so that I could see her, ‘Just don’t let me catch you perving on me now that I’ve grown some tits.’ ‘Brittany Leigh,’ Mom scolded, ‘How cold you say such a thing, and to your own brother, too?’ ‘Relax, Mom,’ I laughed, ‘I guess some things never change, do they? She’s always had a dirty mouth.’ ‘Oh, shut up, Michael’ Brittany giggled, ‘You wouldn’t love me any other way, now would you?’ ‘Yeah,’ I laughed, ‘You’re probably right, Sis.’.