I stared down at the floor, crestfallen. Why did my sisters have to make me feel so bad about stuff that felt so good?

"And, if you behave, you'll get a special treat when we get home," Brianna said.

"Bree!" Jenna turned on her sister.

"Come on, Jen. We have to offer him something as a reward," Brianna said.

"Fine," Jenna said, "Deal?"

I nodded. Both girls stood up and marched out of my bedroom. Brianna's bubble butt and Jenna's barely-there bottom both bounced off and I couldn't help but think of the old saying about hating to see someone leave but loving to watch them go. Good Lord, I'd...