My jaw dropped for a split second when she emerged from his bedroom. Cindy wore a long t-shirt with a teddy bear in a sleeping cap imprinted on the front. The nightshirt ended halfway down her creamy thighs. I had guessed Cindy was about twenty-seven, clearly Todd’s older sister, but the nightgown took ten years off her age. I closed my mouth and took a swig of beer. Cindy sat down on the floor.
Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov