Lisha had hardly spent an hour in his house, but Joey was already beginning to regret his decision to allow her stay behind. Half-naked and spread full length on the couch, she alternated between listening to insanely loud music and consuming every piece of edible item Joey had. He could neither rest nor think. Music blared so loud that his brain began to hurt. He tossed and turned on his bed, wondering how sisters of the same mother could be so different. Never had he known Tara to be careless about other people's feelings, but this freckly, crazy centrefold material was a complete opposite - a real pain in the...