''I don't think you should drive, '' Tony said meeting me at the door.''Move,'' he saw the hurt, anger , and despair in my eyes.I swung the door open,...leaving as fast as I could.Hallway, elevator, hallway, lobby , parking lot. I threw my self in my car, tears rolling down my face hitting my steering wheel. Tears rolling into my lap. I screamed, what has became of me, I'm a whore. 20 minutes had passed my shorts completely wet from crying, I wiped my face with my shirt. And then I smelled him,. You are not the ideal prospect for me. I had hoped to find an intern who could also fill in on the sales floor if the need arises, but you will have to do." She paused as Tim began to sputter an objection, but she silenced him with a finger to her lips. "I'm sure," she continued, "that you are a perfectly capable salesperson, but the nature of my business precludes a male sales staff. I'm the owner of Raven's Intimates." Oh," was the only response he could muster."Oh, indeed," she teased.. Gwen turned from the second floor hallway into a bathroom and turned on the shower. I continued up another flight of stairs to my assigned guest room on the third floor, which as luck would have it was located right next to Chelsea's bedroom. As if she were expecting me, Chelsea met me at the top of the stairs clad only in a pair of socks and the denim jeans she had worn to school - she was naked from the waist up, standing in a pose that just begged me to pull the last pieces of clothing from. Back when we were in civilization, we texted each other every minute of the day, literally. After school, we'd hang out with her friend, Tina, at the plaza beside our school. Me and my sister are glued together, you could say. We are very much alike. Especially in appearance; well, at least in the fact that we have the same colored hair, dark brown, and hazelnut eyes. She's got long hair and I've got short. The differences are apparent, but anyone could pick out that we are brother and sister..