She'd hardly succeeded when Michael burst in and said `Hi Sis!', and flopped down on her bed.She'd hardly succeeded when Michael burst in and said `Hi Sis!', and flopped down on her bed. Louise's reflection told her that she still looked flushed and rather guilty, but Michael was far too wrapped up in himself to notice. He started telling her how he'd just finished watching a great video, a real hack-'em-up-&-watch-their-blood-spurt-everywhere movie. `Shut-up Michael! You know I hate hearing about those kinds of stories', Louise demanded, throwing a nail-file that was at hand at him. She missed. `How did you get it anyway? You know mother will hit the roof if she catches you watching something like that again!', she continued. `She'll never know will she!', explained Michael as though to an idiot, revealing he had totally adopted the doctrine which taught that "if you aren't caught, you aren't guilty". Louise didn't share that view, and had told him why on many occasions, but she didn't feel like arguing with him just now. `Scram, I'm going to bed', she ordered, glad that she had a reason for getting rid of him so quickly, eager as she was to be alone and think over her recent experiences. Michael rose lazily from the bed ... going extra slowly just to annoy her ... and said as he was going out the door, `What you need is a vibrator!' This threw Louise into complete confusion, `How did he know ...? What had he seen ...?', until it occurred to her that the comment had been in response to her crabbiness, and not her recent ... `... "masturbation" I suppose I should call it', concluded Louise to herself. Relief made her smile, but she made a mental note to herself to be more friendly in future ... for although Michael was impossible sometimes, he was still her little brother. Louise slipped out of her robe, slid on her white cotton night-dress, and got in between the clean white sheets. |