Maybe not.When they were very young, the girls would be over at each other's house almost every weekend for sleepovers. They had so much fun... never ...eally fought. I think, mostly, they were just so different, that they were really entertained by each other, and just didn't need to fight. When Keisha was over at our house for a sleepover, Kirsten and I would continue our nightly ritual before bedtime. I'd lay down beside her and pretend to fall asleep. And then I'd start playing finger games. She was better than any dancer I'd seen in any strip club. I began to wonder if she hadn't some experience in that line of work.She slowly reached up and began to slide the straps of her sundress down her shoulders. She cupped her bare breasts, her small hands not doing a very good job of covering their fleshy substance, and slowly dropped the top of her dress. My eyes widened at the site. Her freed breasts swayed and jiggled in the candlelight. Their fullness loomed large against her small. At the time I had thought it a ridiculous thing to do, but now it seemed my only saving grace."Suzy, I know your tips haven't gone down, but if you want, we can settle this in 'stripper court' style." They both looked at me blankly, and I hoped I wasn't about to make a mistake. "You both agree on a judge and then do a strip for them. Whoever does a better job, wins."They looked at each other for a moment, thinking, before Betty turned to me and asked, "But how will we agree on a judge? We will. ‘You only want to cause you haven’t been here long enough,’ bossed Bossman. Eldrian looked at him, shook his head. Bossman retaliated by jabbing his finger out. ‘Ah, it’s not just the killings she does. There was a thunderstorm last year and she made the lightning hit the house.’ ‘All of it?’ Eldrian asked. ‘Nah, just some.’ A coincidence. Besides, almost every one of the past few days revealed a new event that had been blamed on the girl. Whether or not they were true didn’t matter at the.