They climbed out of the car. Chuck began following her up the walk, but she stopped him. "Mother's light is on," she said. "She doesn't like it when you come in at this hour."

In truth she knew there was a man with Maggie. A man by the name of Roger. But she had no intention of telling Chuck.

"Goodnight, hon," he said.

"Goodnight, Chuck." She turned and began walking toward the house.

She fumbled in her purse for her keys as he drove off. Bob still hadn't come home. As she opened the door she thought about her older brother. She looked upon him as a father figure as well as a brother. At times like this she even admitted she found him sexually attractive.

Oh, Mother, you've really messed me up, she thought as she entered the house.

It was quiet except for the sound of Maggie giggling upstairs. Roger never said much, but whenever he spent the night Maggie giggled incessantly.

Weary, depressed and still horny, she climbed the stairs to her room. Her tits heaved as she breathed deeply. Maggie treated her like a child, but Maggie had a very active sex life. It wasn't fair. Chuck was right. Maggie was a hypocrite.

Maybe I ought to have a talk with Bob, she thought. Yes, Bob will know what I should do. He's so wise to the ways of the world.

"Is that you, Pam, dear?" her mother trilled.

Pam paused outside Maggie's room. "Yes, Mother, it's me."

"Have you been out in the car with Chuck all this time? It's late, dear. You're going to ruin your reputation."

Pam heard Roger chuckle and she flushed. Biting her lip to keep from retorting angrily, she tossed her hair back. "Don't worry about my reputation, Mother. I'm going to bed now. It is late."

"Goodnight, dear," Maggie called out.

"Goodnight, Mother," Pam said wearily. "Sleep well."