"Megan just come home with Tommy," Grasping for straws I told her; "Come home for me sis, I need you, I..."

"Nice try little brother," Megan said and once again let out that sick sounding giggle. She was definitely on something. "You don't need me Mark, you're doing just fine for yourself. You got plenty of girls to take care of you."

"That's not what I need sis. I need you."

"No Mark," Now she sounded sad again. "No you don't. Maybe you might need the big sister you had, but not me, I'm no good for you."

"Let me decide that." I told her.

"No Mark, you'd decide that...