"You're killing me! Now I know you've had too much to drink."
"I'm serious, Shauna, he's a fucking animal." Cheryl, slurring her words, continued. "I can't take it anymore."
"You've been married for 12 years, Sis! When did you figure this out?"
"And he's too fucking big."
"What? He's the same size as when you got married."
"I'm talking about his cock. Really, I can't do it anymore. All he wants to do is fuck, and he hates me because I won't let him every day."
"I don't want to talk about this!"
"Oh I forgot! Sweet little Shauna doesn't even think about such things."
"Come on, Cheryl, don't be mean. You're just angry. Why don't you stay down here tonight."
"You know I'm taking night classes just to avoid him, don't you?"
"Don't be silly! You've always wanted an MBA."
"Fuck it, it doesn't matter. Can I stay here?"
"Sure. I'll go upstairs and tell John."
"Tell him he can wank it tonight!"
"I'll just tell him you fell asleep."
Living in a duplex with your sister has benefits, but it has costs too. Shauna slowly climbed the stairs, told John that his wife fell asleep, then slowly descended back to her door. She waited outside in hopes that Cheryl had actually fallen asleep. When she entered, Shauna found that her wish was granted.
In the morning, Cheryl had no memory of the previous night's discussion. Shauna did nothing to change that.
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John answered on the third ring. "Yeah."
"Hey John – It's Shauna – is Cheryl there?"
"Nope. She's at class, like usual."
"Sorry – I forgot. I just needed her opinion."
"Anything I can help with?"
"Thanks – maybe. Can you keep a secret?"
"Sure can."
"Great – come on down. I'll leave the door unlocked."
John grabbed a beer, walked down the stairs, and entered his sister-in-laws house. "Shauna! I'm here."
Shauna replied from her bedroom. "Great! Stay out there, ok?"
"Fine. What do you need?"
"A non-judgmental opinion!"
"And you were asking your sister? You must be crazy!"
"Whatever." Shauna continued to call from her bedroom. "I'm meeting a guy I know later, and I want *more* out of our friendship."
"Its about time! Have you even had a boyfriend in the last two years."
"Don't be an asshole, John. It's complicated, and I want some help."
"OK – what's the problem?"
"He's married."
"What the fuck, Shauna? When did you become a home wrecker?"
"I'm not, and I don't want to be."
"Sounds like it to me."
"Whatever. Just help me with this: how do I approach him?"
"He has no idea?"
"Not a clue."
"I can't believe I'm asking this, but do you think he's going to be into it?"
"Not sure, that's why I'm nervous."
"Just tell him. He's a guy – be direct. But I don't think you should do it."
"Why not?"
"I think you're too nice – I don't think you would feel good about yourself."
Shauna responded as she entered the room. "That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me." But John barely heard her words, and himself was struck speechless by her appearance.
Shauna emerged from her bedroom wearing a skintight, long-sleeved vinyl dress as black her shoulder-length hair. It's zipper, spanning the full distance from top to bottom, was open to within inches of her navel. The dress itself barely covered her ass, but beneath it only her thighs were visible: she was covered from knee to toe by high heel boots.
"So you think I should just tell him."
"Goddam Shauna, you look so ..."
"So ... what?"