“So you stopped being your Daddy’s good girl?” I asked, shocked.“I did. Because I fell in love with Mark. Your Daddy.” Her smile was radiant... “So Grandpa sold me to Daddy as part of our wedding ceremony. When he gave away the bride, it was quite literal. That’s where your Daddy gave me this choker.” She touched the heart-shaped locket about her neck.“How could you?” I asked. It ... offended me that she would stop being her Daddy’s good girl. “I would never stop being Daddy’s girl.”Mommy. ”“Did you ‘do it’ with him?”“No…we didn’t do that. But we played around the edges a bit.” I hesitated for a second, not exactly sure if I wanted to say more. I decided that I owed it to my brother to tell the whole truth here. “And, it was really my fault…I was more the instigator than he was.”“You were? Well you little minx…Okay, tell me what happened. And, you know I love details,” Marc chimed.He was leaning forward now, literally hanging in anticipation of what I might tell him. I could see. A twelve-year-old inquisitive boy is busy questioning his Grandmother."Grandma, who is this person coming to visit," I asked, "Do we know him?" No, Josh, he's in the Army near here completing his training. He's married to my sister's girl, Pauline. It's too far for him to go home, so we invited him to come visit us whenever he has time off from his training with the Army." He's supposed to be here sometime today. Maybe you'd like to watch for him. He should be coming up over that hill from. A-and also, it’s just against my principles…’ ‘You and your principles. Who says you have to lose your virginity, doll face?’ Eugenia said with a smile, finally removing her hand from Betty’s rear end. ‘There’s nothin’ in the Bible about taking it in the arse. Not for women, at least.’ ‘Eugenia!’ Betty gasped. ‘That’s filthy! What kind of girl do you think I am?’ Running her fingers through her ratty, mustard-colored hair, Eugenia give Betty a hard stare, then pointed her finger to the metal.