"Anytime man."

"Know who I'd like to do?" Phil Edumd asked, dumping his stuff on the floor and opening his locker.

"No Phil, who'd you like to do?" Mark taunted.

"That Kelly girl, the new cheerleader."

"Shit, she's a fuckin' frosh. She's probably about fourteen." Mark complained.

"She's got the best fuckin' body in school man." Phil replied.

"No way."

"Uh huh."

"Donna Zachary's got the best bod." John said.

"She's okay."

"Know who's got a great little bod?" Steve said, sidling up to them. Mark, and Phil looked up at him.

"Your sister man. Paige." he smirked at Jeff. The others diplomatically didn't comment on that. Jeff looked up in irritation. Hunter was always trying to get a rise out of him.

"Fuck you man."

"No really. She's a nine easily, maybe more."

All of them analyzed the words carefully. According to the unwritten, but well known code, a guy would always put down his sister, especially a little sister, but nobody else could. On the other hand, there were certain things that couldn't be said in praise of a sister, by anyone.

Hunter hadn't said anything that was really out of line. He hadn't used the kind of descriptions that could be taken as hostile, yet. Sisters, even if you considered them pains in the ass, as Jeff did Paige, had to be defended from crude language, or else the brother risked being branded a wimp.

"She's got great hair, and a cute little face." Hunter continued, using up the only real bodily descriptions that didn't demand physical retaliation.

"She's smart too."

"She's a dumb little bitch." Jeff scowled.

"And she's got these nice, firm, round little titties." Hunter leered. Jeff's face went flat and he moved toward Hunter.

"Whoa, whoa! All right you guys hold it!" Mark interposed himself between them.

"You looking to die Hunter?" Jeff glared.

"Hey, what'd I say?" he shrugged.