“Are you sure about this?"
Aimee could feel Karla's eyes boring into her, her eyebrows bunched in uncertain judgment. “I told you," she said, “I plan on giving him the adventures he enjoyed when he was with Bonnie." She turned and stared at herself in the mirror. She wore one of Karla's skimpy skirts, with her ass cheeks peeking out the bottom, and a low-cut tank, with a strapless bra that shoved her tanned breasts upward and out. If it weren't for the blond hair on top of the woman staring back at her from the mirror, she would have sworn she stared at Karla. She took a deep breath. “Tonight, I'll go over once Abby is in bed and show him I can be just as wild as Bonnie."
From the mirror, she saw her sister shaking her head. “I really think you're going about this the wrong way," Karla
