"Guess not." She said to herself as she made her way up the stairs. She was already pulling her blouse off as she entered her room, eager to get out of her clothes and into something more comfortable. She kicked her shoes across the room and slipped her skirt off, not bothering to pick it up from the floor where it landed among numerous other articles of clothing. She paused a moment to examine herself in the mirror. At 19 Sarah still looked slightly young and her small, pert breasts didn't help. Removing her bra, she thrust her chest out and a slight frown appeared on her face, framed by her chin-length brown hair, which dangled over her eyes.

Turning her attention away from her body, Sarah glanced out the window. She had slept in today, not going for her usual morning jog, and she was starting to feel a little lazy. It was still light out, and not too unbearably hot, so she decided to take a quick run before dinner. Crossing to her dresser, she found an old pair of soccer shorts and pulled them on over her flowered panties. A loose white T-shirt with a faded Nike swoosh insignia covered her breasts. She slipped on a pair of white socks and slid her feet into her new Adidas running shoes. She was already feeling a little more active as she sprinted downstairs.

Throwing open the front door, she suddenly realized how thirsty she was. Slamming it shut again, she walked into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. Sarah leaned against the counter and drank, listening to the hallway clock chime six.

Then she heard something else; something from downstairs, a sudden bump. She glanced at the basement door and saw that it was shut. There was light coming from beneath it, however. Suddenly feeling a little scared, she crept over to the door and put her ear to it. She felt slightly relieved when she heard the voice of her younger sister, Beth. She listened carefully.

"Shit, that was close." She heard Beth say. "We were almost fucked."

"Yeah, now where was I?" A male voice replied.