We ate spaghetti and meatballs, my sister was excellent at cooking Italian food. We hadn't gotten a chance to move my bed in but my sister had a queen...so she said I could crash with her. The couch she had was tiny and leather so it wasn't nice to sleep on. I gladly agreed, I had been waiting for this forever. Before I go any further I should note that she wasn't really my sister, not my blood but I thought of her as my little sister. She came to live with my mom as a foster kid and was adopted. ''You're not even denying it! You love her more than me even. How do you think that makes me feel? Am I just a fill in like Brian is? Are you going to leave me one day and run off with her? Why not?''Look, I... ' I was almost glad when she cut me off, because I didn't even know what to say.'You're such an asshole sometimes.' Well, maybe not. She pushed past me and slammed the front door. I heard her car engine start up a moment later and the sound of screeching tyres.I stood like a stunned. "The tropics?" I said. "It's nearly summer. Nobody goes to the tropics in the summer." I just like the sound of it. The Tropics. I hear some of the islands have nude beaches."I leaned back on my elbow and looked at her. She was glowing in the aftermath of our lovemaking. She was absolutely gorgeous."Nude beaches? You couldn't possibly go to a nude beach. Could you? Would you?" I don't know. It might be fun." Karen!" I think I might like showing off." You could cause a riot." No. Really?" Karen,. I'se seen him somewhere's." Philippa watched the young redhead pull herself together, look in the mirror, push at her impossible hair, wiggle in her linen dress, spread the bodice wider with her thumbs, yank up her stiff corset, smile at herself and head for the steps, all in about ten seconds. The maid servant fled before her, well aware of who was visiting.Standing in the front hall, a battered felt hat in his hand, was a lean young soldier with a smile on his face. He watched Anne on the.