Chapter Six
I was struck by how young the fair-haired girl was; she couldn’t have been much older than me. And there was something familiar about her, though I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. It was hard to think, though, as distracted as I was by the graphic images on the screen. The scene was mesmerizing, but it also made me feel a little anxious. I had never seen an x-rated movie and I wasn’t prepared for the intensity.
The camera closed in on the girl’s heaving breasts, then panned up to her face. Her beautiful features were contorted in ecstasy, but I suddenly realized why she seemed familiar.
She looked like me.
If you switched her short, blonde tresses for my longer, red hair and sprinkled her face and shoulders with faint freckling, we could be sisters! Even the shape of
