Rob’s Girls
Jesse heard the doorbell ring and knew that is was Rob, come to pick her up for their date. She was still in the shower, one towel wrapped around her hair, another around her otherwise naked body. “Want me to get that for you?” her sister Jill asked, poking her head in as the bell chimed again. Jill was 17, two years younger than her only sister. They both lived with their mother, who had been widowed fifteen years before. “It’s probably Rob, picking you up for your night out with him.” “Just tell him I’ll only be a minute more.” Jesse agreed. “Thanks, sis.” Jill didn’t say anything; she went downstairs to let Rob in. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hands. “Are those for me?” she asked, batting her eyes at …