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“I heard you the first time, Suzie,” I snapped back, annoyed with her. She had promised our parents that she would stay with me over the weekend while they were in Paris for their twenty-first wedding anniversary. And now, less than three hours after they had caught the Eurostar at St Pancreas, she was leaving for a date and looking as though she planned to spend the night in some man’s bed instead of her own. I turned eighteen three weeks ago, but I was still scared to be home alone in an empty house at night.
“I told Alexander I’ve got the flu and my period’s due, so he shouldn’t call,” she said, adjusting her breasts until she was satisfied that maximum cleavage was on display. She turned away from the mirror and said with a curl of her sexy lips, “But he’s so fucking caring, he might call later just to see if his little darling’s okay.”
Suzanne looks like a doll and men love her. We both have wavy dark hair, dark eyes and ridiculously long eyelashes we inherited from our mother, but Suzanne is six inches taller at five-foot-ten and the features looked more refined on her oval face. Her cupid-bow lips, for instance, look fine on her, but looked too pouty for my heart-shaped face. I don’t wear lipstick because once when I was fourteen and home on holidays from boarding school, a man standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus too, told me that I had nice lips to give head. I was so embarrassed I ran out of the bus stop and walked all the way home. Suzanne would have either punched him or dropped to her knees and given him head right there in front of the other three people at the bus stop. She’s bold and doesn’t give a damn about anyone. Sometimes I wished I was more like her....
