Yes, came the response. Oh my God I shouted! She asked are you mad? I said no, can I come home? She said yes ,I have a special surprise for you but d...ive safe. When I got home Andrea met me at the door wearing only a pair on black nylon panties. Is this how you were dressed when he left I asked. She said yes. OH baby I love you so fucking much I told her. She smiled and asked if I was hungry? I took her hand and led her to our bedroom. The bed was a wreck and Andrea said sorry I didn't. The jacket was tightly fitted to his waist, and like his sister it was clear he was wearing a tightly fitted corset. Beneath the jacket were loosely fitted knee length breeches, fastened just under his knees by wide satin ribbons. Underneath the jacket was a cream satin blouse lavishly trimmed with lace on the collar and the long deep cuffs. Evan's legs were encased in long cream coloured silk stockings and on his feet were high heeled "Mary Jane" ankle strapped shoes. While his sister wore. In the dark, he could barely make out the form of her expensive, hand embroidered towels oh-so-neatly hung on the bronze designer towel bar. Of course, they matched the duvet. WRONG. “They don’t MATCH, dummy. They coordinate!” he remembered her chiding him condescendingly. Do they dry your ass? He now mocked aloud to no one. I’d never fucking know, because they’re just for show, aren’t they?He remembered once, when he’d grabbed one to bring her for cleaning up after they made love. It was a. As Sara got stronger, she and Prue began taking walks again, enjoying the beautiful spring weather and talking. Sometimes Prue would pitch story ideas to Sara and she'd suggest possible cover art and inserts for them. Other times they'd talk about Jenna and her family and how they each hoped to be part of something that beautiful one day. Occasionally, each would open up and share stories and dreams from their past, things they never offered over the Internet because no words on a screen could.