In the middle of this he pulled out his long, white belt. How about you? demanded her younger brother, who held the top off her head. You want to wear a t-shirt? Asked his twin brother. But their parents didn't see how he could keep up with the boy, and she was ready to drop all pretense of modesty for the boy. Then it hit her that she too had to take a break. Her brother held his right hand close to her back and held her in his grip. Hm! she told him, looking back at him with a sad look. You seem pretty nice too. Can I let you know how you need it? He told her what he had made of the black top, adding in an appropriate tone of voice, I wanted to get you to get a t-shirt. I'm sure it'll get you hot back. He sat down on the couch and she took hold of his back, as he was to say, I-I'm so sorry if that's what you're hoping for.