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I was getting ready to put the incident behind me and settle back into my morning routine when someone started banging on my front door.  I growled and shoved my chair away from my desk. Then I adjusted myself to make sure no unsightly bulges were showing that shouldn't.

"Coming," I said, trying not to sound the way I felt.   I reached the door in three long-legged strides. I opened the door with what I hoped was a business like smile, but that evaporated as soon as I recognized the face grinning up at me.

I found myself staring into the big blue vacant eyes of my younger sister.

"Daryl," she squealed, and threw her arms around my neck. Then she kissed me in a way that should be reserved for only the most intimate--and unrelated--acqaintances.  

"Sharyl?" I tried to gurgle around the tongue wriggling into the deeper recesses of my throat.

I was trying to struggle out of the lip-lock when Mrs. Kowalski stepped up behind my crazed sister