Yet she knew she would not dare to move or alter her posture. That would have been direct disobedience of Melissa’s order.And thus could earn her a ...ound whipping.Julia blinked back her tears as she heard the door of Melissa’s suite close. Oh dear God, what a world of difference there now was between them!What a universe of difference!When once they had been so close. In misfortune.Now I am alone, thought Julia.Utterly alone in my misery and torment.Soon the tears were flowing copiously.After a. We were too young to think there was anything wrong with this butinstinctively knew our parents wouldn't approve so we kept this activitysecret. Even as my sister outgrew something she would save it until itwould no longer fit me. Our mother would complain, "Why are you savingthat. It doesn't fit you anymore."When I entered my early teens, with my sister's encouragement, Icontinued to play "dress up" on my own. My sister and I were both aboutthe same size and I pretty much had access to her. It was messy as hell but it got the job done. We filled the truck's tanks while we were at it, walking away with almost two hundred gallons of fuel. I hung the pump and pipe assembly on the side of the gas station's little building for use next time.I wondered about heat and light out at the farm. Karl said that they'd put in LP gas for heat and cooking. That left lighting. Since it was plenty cold out to freeze meat I wanted to pillage all the local grocery stores. Next on my list after that. "Gentlemen, I think we need to lay our cards on the table so none of us feel guilty or, at least, guilty in isolation."They looked at me."Okay, I kissed Prue goodnight after the dance." And I've no doubt Richie gave Ange just as much lip service as I gave and got from Shelley. I think those three knew exactly what they wanted from us on the night and weren't about to take no for an answer. I suggest we simply accept the fact, behave like gentlemen and refuse to kiss and tell and each hope our.