"Mmmmph. What time is it?"

"A little after four."

"Where's your mom?"

"Don't know. Out."

"Where's your sister?"

"Downstairs, making out with a couple of boys."

"A couple of boys?"

"Yeah, from school. We invited them over for a snowball fight, and then in for hot chocolate."

"So shouldn't you be downstairs too?"

"No. I came up here to show you something. Besides, she can handle more than one. She's her mother's daughter."

"Bitch!"

"What? You thought you were the only guy to sleep naked in this bed?"

"At four in the afternoon? I don't see any other guys here."

"Nope. Just me. But then again, you don't know where my mom is, do you?"

"Too true. And I bet she doesn't know where you are either."

"Or my sister."

"Somehow I think she'd be more interested in what you're doing"

"Why? What am I doing?"

"Being your mother's daughter."

"I thought that's what my sister was doing."

"Your sister's doing the same things your mom does, and probably looking like her while she does them."

"You want to watch her?"

"I'd love to. But not right this second"

"Why not?"

"Because I'd rather watch you doing what you're doing right now."

"We're going in circles."

"Well you are anyway, I'm just watching you go."

"I mean you never really answered my questions."

"I'm sorry. You're kind of distracting me. What was the question?"

"Questions. More that one. "

"OK. OK. What were the questions?"

"How am I my mother's daughter?"

"You seem to have similar taste in men."

"Not similar. Same. Specifically, intentionally same. But I get your point."

"And?"

"And what?"

"What's the second question?"

"Sorry. You were starting to distract me. Why would you rather watch me than my sister?"

"Because you look better, especially against the white sheets."

"She's not against the sheets, she's on the couch downstairs. And how would you know what she looks like against the sheets?"

"I've seen your mom."

"You're dodging the question, but I'll accept the compliment."

"Good. And you want to know how else you're different?"

"Sure. Different from who?"

"Take your pick."

"Bastard!"

"What? You thought you were the only girl to slip naked into this bed at four in the afternoon?"

"Nope. I've watched. Now how am I different?"

"You are much, much more talented."

"I know. That's what I came up here to show you."