Jester was about to open his mouth to demand answers when the voice once again spoke to him. I am you. ‘How can you be me? I am me!’ I am your inn...r you. I am the noble person within you. The one who shines through the rapscallion skin that you cloak yourself in. ‘What do you want? I must be dead, this can’t be real.’ Not yet, Jest, I’m here to set a few things straight. You feel infatuated with that girl. The way she makes you feel. You felt a true connection to her when you spoke with her in. "Well..." I was beginning to stutter, "maybe you could meet me today for lunch? I had a lunch date with my GF but she suddenly canceled. Would you like to join me?" Nah" he said "Not today.... maybe some other time." Honey?" I continued with a bit more determination "It's suppose to be a beautiful day. I'd really like it if you could meet me for lunch. It's important to me."He looked up from his breakfast and looked me in the eye. He probably heard the determination in my voice."Okay" he said. The girls were taken back to the pool house. They were allowed to quickly freshen up. They were each given a cocktail dress to wear. They were not given underwear. The dresses were so short that when they stood up straight, their pussies were showing. Their matching high heels and their jewelry were once again the only addition to their wardrobe.“Don’t worry about your clothes” said Ann. “Those horny little bastards that we just left here aren’t going to let you keep them on long. Everyone of. Take a chance. I'd like to see you really happy." Greg shook his head and looked at the fire. "I'm going to bed and you need to go back to Bonner in the morning and deal with things."Greg returned to Bonner on Thursday. John only comment was that he might have brought the golf clubs back with him. Greg and his father settled down into a quiet truce. Debbie Patterson wisely let him brood in class. He wasn't rude to her. Somehow in his mind it wasn't her fault. Being drawn north to Bonner was his.