Dear Lovelorn, I am obsessed with my sister's beau. How desperate can a girl get? Neither suspect I carry this secret, but it causes me to do horrid things. When I let the green monster loose to do its devilish deeds, I don't even recognize myself, and I run for cover to hide my sins. I will turn eighteen-years-old in nine short months, able to court whomever I choose, but I want none of the boys who flock about me like roosters, ready to crow victory...