Your sister is this really nice girl I met in a kitchen at some sweaty, hungry student party once. We're talking a skirt shorter than her belt, a tube top less modest than Hasslehoff discussing the fall of the Berlin Wall, and a crotchless thong that screamed: wrong, wrong wrong. She wasn't even wearing a bra, she said she'd lost it in the woods! She was most certainly drunk too, I attributed that to her consumption of alcohol. It wasn't hard to get her to come out with me, I just told her I had my own pulse. She said she'd come back with me and she did. We did it right there on the park bench. Haven't seen her since.