A lot more than most of the employees at First National Trust where she had been employed for the last two years. Yes, it certainly was her lucky day ...hen she happened to be passing by in front of the bakery shop just as they'd put the "Help Wanted" sign in the window.For most of the year, the C & B Bakery was no different than a hundred other similar shops around the city. A place to buy both traditional and trendy desserts. But, for the short span between Thanksgiving and Christmas, it stood. I turn and sit at the table. ‘Are you well?’ I ask. She closes her eyes, and I watch her sleep until dinner time. Mimsy has cooked a feast. A country feast, which would be my least favorite kind. Fried chicken, garlic mashed potatoes bathing in butter, melting robin eggs with blue pupils, chilled beetle bodies in tartar sauce, crunchy fingernail tuna salad. I look again and can’t find the fried chicken anymore, but crispy mashed worms. I know this isn’t real. I know this is real to me. Juirly. The heat was oppressive, the atmosphere in the kitchen almost edible. Lauren wiped her arm across her forehead."God, it's so hot! Aren't you hot?" asked Lauren."Mmm. I've got a great idea, let's swim!" Don't be stupid, it's four in the morning!" Oh come on, it's great fun. Come with me!" said Emma, now fully charged as she slipped off Lauren's legs. Her little bottom twitched as she made her way to the patio door and flicked the catch. She turned, resting her head on her shoulder, and looked at. “And bratty Lee?” Melody shivered as she mentioned her younger sister, Lee.“I'd rather bend her over my knee and spank that ass for all the shit she does,” I growled, my dick twitching. Lee was a sexy, if immature, eighteen-year-old.“And what about innocent Alicia?” Melody asked, her voice breathy. “So petite and small and quiet. Do you think she heard us down in her room while reading her books? Do you think her body is awakening to desires, needing her big brother to teach her?”“Melody,” I.