Bunny's face wore a vapid expression, as millions upon millions of neurons inside of her head shut down or closed off. It left only a child-like air h...ad in its wake.Bunny knew something was slipping away from her . . . something essential and precious. Unfortunately, by the time she even approached figuring it out, it was gone. All that was left was a most pleasant fuzziness of not a care in the world.She started to giggle. Everything suddenly seemed to be funny to her. She had no idea what it. "Well....shit," I say, noticing my 12-year-old sister, Amy, grinning. I stare at her, completey speechless, and then I burst out laughing. I run back upstairs, change into black-denim jeans, a black Bob Marley shirt, and my black Ed-Hardy sweater. I go back downstairs, and sit down at the kitchen table. As my mom serves us breakfast, she says her boss called her, saying she has to work a triple-shift, so I need to babysit my sisters. My 8-year-old sister, Jessica, complains, and Amy just says. The mood suddenly changed. The urgency slowed to a smoldering heat. Marty pressed his ear to my chest to listen to my thundering heartbeat. I rubbed my face in his hair, trying to feel everything in my tingling body. I felt Marty’s fingers searching for the clasp of my bra. Insecurities reared up in me and made me stay his hands. ‘Wait.’ I said. I pulled his hands away and brought them forward to hold them in front of me. ‘Please, wait.’ I whispered. I couldn’t look at him, so I stared down at. We talked more and she told me she did not have to work but she wanted to see if I would show up. We got something to drink and went back to motel. i think she was scared when we got there. She thought I was one of those guys that just make fun of her all her life.i told her that no one should make any remarks about her other then she is one of the sexys thing I have ever seen.I told her that we did not have o do anything I just wanted to be close to her. She did not really undestand. We.