There was my beautiful baby sister, smooth and tan and naked, and one of the best-looking young men I have ever seen. I slowly crept to the half-opened curtains and peeked inside. Her hand pulled on the white gate, the padlocked Gay against it. Come home with me. In moments, the rope slipped from her completely and a new sensation, of even more nakedness, even more vulnerability invaded her. All of the women wore them where I grew up. The girl sat quietly embarrassed by the tirade, clearly wishing she had said nothing about it. Her senses were alert to another prescense. Gay you are, he said. She pulled a pin out of her hair and opened the lock. |