There was my beautiful baby sister, smooth and tan and naked, and one of the best-looking young men I have ever seen. I'm sorry. A bone in her captured hand snapped. Her hand slid up the inside of my thigh and cupped my sex with our new found familiarity. He walked the three steps to the pale table she sat on. He laughed, bitter and short. Soft clingy dresses that molded around the thighs when they walked and swished with the movement of their hips. I was glad for the churning water to camouflage my own wetness. All of the women wore them where I grew up. He pressed down until he could feel her calcium-starved bones weakening.