You may ask me why and my answer is simple. Two of the girls, the two you first met, are my brother's girls. After they legally immigrated here, they ...orked hard in the fields, but my brother was a drinker and a mean drunk. I had heard that he was wanted by the law after he beat his wife, my sister-in-law, to death. The girls tried to run, but he sold them to a brothel for more money to drink. Now I hear he died trying to escape the police. The girls have social security numbers and legal. Her hand comes away from her face, as she turns the page in her book. She hasn't looked at him once since she resumed her reading. She seems totally absorbed - either in her book, or in the feelings of her own body, it's hard for him to know. Once again, her hand slips inside the front of her dress. He can see it working against the fabric of her dress, teasing her nipple and massaging her breast. Her chest has started to visibly rise and fall at her own stimulation. Her bra intermittently. Carol had reluctantly agreed that they could dance in the attic with the adults, and I wanted to be sure he had the chance. I walked out to the coach house and went in the back door.“I’m here for Jesse and Francesca,” I said to the pretty, raven-haired young woman in the living room.“You must be Steve. I’m April Henderson, Josie’s friend from work.”“Dada!” Jesse said. “I want to dance!”“Hold your horses, buddy!” I chuckled, then turned back to April, “It’s nice to meet you April. Thanks for. Who are you?" Well, I was a little taken aback. I just said, "I'm Harold Anderson. I work here." "Couriers are supposed to use the mailroom door," she snapped.You can see where this is going, right? I had to explain that I was a sales associate and she doubted me because I looked too young. Not that she could talk. I think she was only sixteen at the time. I was four years older than she was. Apparently she checked me out with Rose and the next day I received a quite civil greeting of "Good.