"Who's this friend, again?" Mary asked her oldest, not quite sure about the environment he would be walking into.

"Jimmy," Danny stated plainly. He wanted to spend the night at his best friend's house, but neither Frank nor Mary knew Jimmy that well. "He's a good kid, Ma. Please?"

"We'll see what your Dad says when he gets home."

Danny frowned, but complied, "fine."

Frank sighed as he slammed the car door shut. It had been a rotten day, and he only hoped that his family was cheery. As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by his seventeen year old son.

"Hi, Dad!" Danny smiled widely, "Wanna drink or anything? A cigar? Your slippers?"

"Okay, what do you want?"

"Want?" Danny acted surprise, "can't a son just wanna help his Dad?"

"Not you." Frank smirked a little.

"Okay, Fine. Can I go to Jimmy O'Shea's house? You remember him, he's the one who can burp the alphabet backwards!"

"Yes, such talent..." Frank ran a tired hand over his face, "okay. Are you staying the night?"

"Yeah, it's Friday. So I can go?"

"Yes, you can go." Frank gave his son permission, because he did not need a hormonal fifteen year old girl fighting with her less-than-sympathetic surly older brother.

"Thanks, Dad! You're the best!"

Jimmy and Danny walked through the back door, entering the kitchen. They threw their stuff lazily next to the door.

"I'll get the ball," Jimmy turned to Danny, "it's in my room. I'll be back quick."

Danny nodded and looked at the familiar kitchen. He'd been over to Jimmy's countless of times, if only briefly. He'd stand in the kitchen while Jimmy ran to get something or other. Danny smiled when he saw a blonde streak ran pass the kitchen entrance. He knew Jimmy had two sisters, he just didn't know which one he just saw.

Two and a half hours later, the two boys arrived in the kitchen. "Come on, let's grab some pizza. We can eat downstairs," Jimmy opened the fridge.

Danny looked st the clock, 8:15. "Good." No wonder his stomach was rumbling. He followed Jimmy to the basement, wondering what they were going to do.

About two hours later, Danny and Jimmy came up to get a snack. While they looked for their treat, Jimmy's sister came walking into the kitchen.

"Jimmy, have you seen my robe?" She wondered, not noticing Danny.

Danny stared at her. He blonde hair hung over her shoulders in twin braids. She wore nothing but a thin T-shirt, and he could see her nipples poking at the fabric. Her lean legs looked like they went up to her neck.

"Gee whiz, Jimmy!" She crossed her arms over her chest, "why didn't you tell me you had company?"

"Who? Danny? He's not company." Jimmy grabbed a spoon, "Danny, this is my kid sister, Linda."

"Hey," Danny held out his hand, then retracted it, realizing Linda wasn't going to move her arms.

"Hi... I'm gonna go now..." she bent her legs a little, embarrassment creeping on her face. She turned around, her T-shirt had rode up, exposing her cheeky black underwear.

Danny felt his mouth water and his pants get a little tight.

"She's cute, isn't she?" Jimmy handed Danny a bowl of ice cream.

"Yeah..."

And after that encounter, Danny Reagan was never the same, and neither was Linda O'Shea.