Chapter Nine
“Your brother?” Sharon asked curiously as she and Kelly stepped into the anteroom of the dungeon cell to make wicked plans.
Kelly laughed. “Do you really want to get revenge on that boy?”
“Do I!” Sharon answered with a combination of anger and delightful anticipation. “Do you know how many nights I couldn’t get to sleep dreaming about that boy? How many times I fingered myself off over him? I never had any trouble getting any other boy to ask me out. In fact, I usually had too many. That’s part of why I was such a pricktease. If someone pestered me enough, was hot enough for me, I’d show them what it meant to be hot. But Tom wouldn’t give me the time of day. He’d hang out with his intellectual friends —most of them were nerds, but Tom was real dramatic, always in black, tha
