Finally, a girl who understands...

"More than one bacon. Gotcha." They laughed, frying pan on the stove, rashers of bacon flying... Flying! across the room, tossed from one girl to the next and laid out on a cutting board to get opened. At the fridge, one stood with the orange juice in her hand, standing a little too close, looking up into his face coyly as she poured juice for him, touching his arm. Then she was gone, two more cups full of juice and she was bent back over the fridge for a moment, rocking her hips to the tune.

Her sister cut the Bacon's clean in half, pulling them out without a hint of concern at the texture of raw bacon, laying them out in the pan, squealing as they sizzled until the whole surface was covered. "Take over I gotta get a shirt on!" She called, stepping over to wash her hands her hips dancing on the counter.

A few minutes later she came down in one of Jack's shirts. As far as he could tell, wearing nothing but his shirt, in fact, and her sister headed up in her turn, coming back down wearing a knit dress and snugged her figure much too close and didn't quite seem to come down far enough in the back...