"Decorated? How -- in what way?"

I shrugged. "The first time it was whipped cream and cherries. Sometimes it was flowers -- rose petals strewn over the sheets or forget-me-nots strategically placed on her bits. Once she had a bunch of daffodils stuck in her -- well, you know...she was the vase."

Amie laughed. "I think she and I would have got on. So what was stuck in her this time?"

I shook my head, pretending to play hard to get. "If you think I'm going to sit in a pub and tell my baby sister about my sex life, think again. It's really none of your damn business."

She...