"How could you?" Tracy asked. "How could you do that to that awful man? It's disgusting."

Maggie's face got hard.

"It's not that disgusting," Maggie said. "Actually he tasted pretty good!"

Tracy stared at her sis in disbelief. Then she put her hands over her face again. Her entire body racked with her sobs. Maggie had always been the good sister. Maggie had been the cheerleading sweetheart, the girl voted most likely to get someplace in the world.

How could she do something like that?

Maggie waited until Tracy had cried herself out. Maggie knew what Tracy was feeling. Maggie had felt it herself when she had first come to the city. She'd been smart and pretty and full of ambition.

The problem was that the city was full of smart, pretty girls with ambition. A girl had to work hard to get anywhere. Maggie got tired of the many interviews where all the man wanted was a little pussy.

Finally her money and her patience had worn out. There was only one way to get a really good-paying job in that city. That was the beginning of her career. She decided that the next man who asked would get what he wanted. Maggie had won her job on the office couch of Gary Hudson.

He had finished with her, given her a pat on her well-rounded ass, and told her to report in the morning. It had been as simple as that. She had clawed and fucked her way up to the highest-paid worker in the office. It was rumored that before long, with her brains and her body, she would be offered an administrative job.

"It's all right, Tracy," Maggie said soothingly.

"It's not all right," Tracy said. "It's horrible. I've been propositioned today and then I come home and find you… Oh, it's so horrible, Maggie."

Maggie opened her arms and allowed her sister to place her wet face against her shoulder. She patted Tracy's back as Tracy's tear gates opened again.