Mizzy reclined lazily on her own bed as she contemplated the thought of getting Heath in between the sheets, of feeling his hot body pressing against her smooth back, of his entering her as his hands played with the goth girl's full breasts.  Her hand drifted down to the waistband of her jeans again, only to snatch itself away as a door slammed in the hallway.<br/><br/>Almost jumping off the bed, her cheeks flushed again, Mizzy stuck her head out into the hallway.  Her puzzlement grew as she saw no one.  Her door was the closest to the stairs and Traci's at the far end of the narrow hall.  Heath's new room was in between them, the door now firmly shut.  Mizzy looked both down the stairs and in Traci's room for any sign of her, intent on teasing her just a little bit more about her brother.<br/><br/><em>She's so easy.</em>- Mizzy smirked as she continued her search -<em>You'd almost swear she was</em>jealous<em>of me flirting with Heath!</em><br/><br/>Still unable to find her, Mizzy padded softly to Heath's door, about to knock and see if he knew where Traci had disappeared to.  Her hand froze in midair as she heard both Heath's and Traci's voices.  Pressing her ear against the door, she could just barely make out what they were saying.  Traci sounded flustered as she said " . . .that is so wrong." in a tone of reprimand and . . . .<em>arousal</em>?<br/><br/>Pressing herself firmly against the door, Mizzy's face burned at the thought of eavesdropping on her best friend but strained to hear whatever the brother and sister said next.