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hair, preferring that to her natural medium -brown hue. Her figure was fairly solid, but well-proportioned and quite curvaceous. Even though she was his sister, Ryan could see she was very pretty; a fact backed up by the amount of attention she’d received from guys ever since reaching adolescence. Her crystal blue eyes shone with intelligence and she was always quick with a comeback. At the moment her facial features were hidden behind a thick and viscous mask of heavy make up. She had on so much eyeliner that it looked like her eyelids had been dipped in ink. Crimson eye shadow cut an arc just under her thinly-plucked eyebrows. Her face was white with a sickly application of foundation that was all wrong for her olive complexion. Crimson lipstick had been pasted onto her plump lips. On her throat was a conspicuous, dark-brown mole.
    The over-doing of the make up was only a part of what concerned her older brother. It was the choice of outfit that really worried him.
    She wore a skimpy top that was little more than a sports bra. It was white and barely managed to confine her ample breasts. If Ryan chose to examine the top more closely he’d be able to see through it. It wasn’t exactly discreet as far as hiding her nipples was concerned. Below her bare midriff, sitting low on her hips, was the skimpiest black skirt he had ever seen. It only just covered the cheeks of her butt, and if she happened to bend over even just slightly, all would be exposed.
    “What are you wearing under that thing you call a skirt?” he asked, the tone of his voice filled with disapproval.
    “Underwear,” she said, giving him a look that suggested he was a complete idiot.
    “A G-string, no doubt.” He shook his head. “You look like a real slut.”
    “Well, thanks for the compliment,” she snarled.
    “Where are you going dressed like that?” Ryan repeated his earlier question.
    “Out with friends.”
    “But where?”
    She shrugged and said rather brusquely, “I don’t know yet. We’ll just hang in Surfers for a bit and see what happens. Maybe we might go to a club?”
    “You’re too young for night clubs.”
    She smirked mischievously. “It’s never stopped me before.”
    “Did you go to school today?”
    “Nope. I did a full day at Threads.”
    Threads was a trendy clothing store in town where Chelsea worked part-time.
    “What about school?” he protested. “This is your last year and you’re almost finished.”
    “School’s boring. I hate it. I’d much rather work and earn money so I can go out and have fun.”
    Ryan sighed with frustration. “But you’re so close to graduating. It’s important that you get your HSC.”
    “Yes...Dad,” Chelsea said with heavy sarcasm.
    “I’m not your father.”
    “Exactly.” Chelsea went into the kitchen, opened the fridge and emerged with a can of Coke. It hissed with effervescence when she pulled back on the ring tab. “There are too many rules at school, Ryan. I hate being told what to do.” She drank some Coke.
    “No kidding. Look, you can’t just drop out of school.”
    She burped loudly. “Why not? I’m just following your example.”
    Ryan made a face. “What do you mean? I finished school. And a couple of years of uni.”
    “But you dropped out of the Police Academy, didn’t you,” she reminded him, grinning smugly, knowing she’d scored some points with that one.
    “That’s not the same thing,” Ryan said, trying to find a way to justify his own actions from the past. “The Academy wasn’t doing it for me.”
    “And school’s not doing it for me.”
    “The Academy was too restrictive,” Ryan went on, despite his better judgement. “There were just too many rules and regulations-”
    “Exactly.” More points for Chelsea.
    He knew immediately he’d stuffed up completely. She’d won that argument easily.
    “The manager at Threads has offered me a fulltime position if I want it,” Chelsea told him, looking more at peace after her victory