Because I love my blog harem, yes I do. I bring you an unedited little slice from near the end of Your Little Sister. I got your conflict here, Baby. I got it down, you know what I’m saying? We’re talking conflict Big Love style, only, with nanotech—and spankings.
I step out of the garage into the rain. I make my way to the nearest vine maple bordering the woods and hike my dress up. I draw my combat knife and cut myself a nice switch. I carve the nubs off it and smack it against a cedar tree trunk to get a feel for it.
I head back into the garage to the door there, I am not too sure the front door is going to open for me. I enter the mudroom, and my borrowed cotton dress is soaked.
Percy, our dog, barks at me and not to kindly. In rushes the other dog. They growl.
I raise my switch. “Bad dogs! Bad! Now get!” I take a step towards them.
I emerge from the mudroom and there is the Toulouse family household, minus the new Wife.
“Oh fuck,” says Vash. He turns to Bill. “I thought you were joking!”
“Shit,” says Juan.
“Oh no!” says Cazandra.
“Oh, this is bad,” says Mitch.
“Where. Is. She.”
Bill points up the stairs. “Guest bedroom.”