Tommy stuck her manly in the dark, and listening to the sound of his sister weeping and smiling.

They lived in a big house, as father sometimes called him mini-manchin.

The children's rooms were side by side, his parents roomed down the hall.

This suited Tommy just fine.

And the bright light of day, his little sister Annabel could stick close to their ever-watching

nanny.

And at the tender age of four, she'd already learned to give her big brother Tommy a wide

birth.

But at night, in the dark, it was a different story.

Tommy would lie awake for hours tossing and turning in his narrow bed, as he fantasized

about the things that he would do to his little sister.

When the hall light went out and his parents finally crawled into their bed, he would get

up and sneak into his sister's room.

And that's when the fun would begin.

And he always got away with it.

Would a thrill get felt that first time knowing he was in complete control, watching fear

in her eyes?

Just like the time that he found that pigeon in the woods around the back of their house,

Tommy had been playing ball while Annabel hid inside under the tender care of their nanny,

senior Rita Isabelle.

Senior Rita did not like Tommy much and often sent him outside to play, even when the day

was dark and overcast, or even worse, when his favorite TV shows were on.

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