Mark rang the door bell, he heard footsteps from inside then heard Kelly’s friend Sara shout ” hey it aint Simon it’s his little brother Mark”...Kelly shouted back ” I don’t give a fuck I am starving let him in” the door opened and Mark gasped in surprise there was 16 year old Sara in just skimpy bra and panties, Sara said ” come on in squirt” Mark went, he followed Sara to the lounge admiring her nearly naked bum, Sara said ” Kelly will be down in a minute” Kelly reached behind her back and. She knew she was flirting, but there was nothing wrong with that... Was there? Mr. Tall one returned handing her a drink and brushing her arm. The touch filled her with electricity. The bar filled up; they moved closer. An accidental touch on the calf, whilst crossing her leg sent yearning through her. Whose leg was that? Muscle well-defined and familiar. The old stories of when they were young and carefree flowed forth, so long ago, but still clear. The music turned up it became harder to. It just gnaws at me." Now you know I think it was savages, Indians that done snuck in and butchered them like that." Yes sir, and I've tried to follow up on that but haven't got nowhere yet." Beall turned down Mr. Clagett's offer of a chew of tobacco. "Now this is going to sound like I'm just being nosy, but I'm not. Would you ask your wife to come in, please."When the tiny Mrs. Clagett was in her rocking chair and drying her hands, Beall started again. "I need to know how things were between. " Her eyes flashed. "Dammit, Dave, maybe a little bit jealous..." Pat, we talked..." I know. We needed to go buy a trailer on the outskirts of town with an old pickup truck on cinder blocks in the front yard..." Or recognize that society would never..." Which is what we did, Dave. I cried..." I didn't know that." I did. Almost ... Called you back. Begged." I know. For weeks I lay there wishing ... But it's gone." I know. So Carlita..." She's like nothing I've ever dealt with, Pat. That.