Lisa understood. She felt her own moisture inside her pajama pants in spite of knowing the body in the drawing that Bunny molested belonged to her own brother.
"Am I getting lucky in this one?" Bunny whispered as the first body took shape on the page.
"Not today."
Lisa copied the first body from the previous page, but got interrupted by a knock on the door.
"You decent in there?"
"No, but come in anyway. Please be not decent," Bunny called out loudly, with a giggle.
"Come in, Troy."
A few bumps and scrapes sounded against the door before it opened and Troy came in carrying a footed tray.
"He's not naked, God damnit."
"He's fine with clothes on."
"That he is, but he'd be so much finer without. I really wanna see him naked."
"Mom didn't know what you wanted, so she warmed up soup,
