Going back after being ‘time-stamped’ means we could run into ourselves, causing a lot of confusion.”“Get it?”“Got it!“Good,” my prett... sister said.“So, either we put an hour between visits, or we make each succeeding visit earlier in time?” I restated.“That is ... close to exactly right, my wonderful brother,” Linda said.Doc went on to warn us again about the Butterfly Effect. Linda argued with him about it for a while, finally getting his understanding, which she said was flawed. We left,. I pulled the hem of my dress down so that it would cover more of my legs. He reached between my legs and felt my panties. ‘Take those off.’ I did so and placed them in my coat pocket. I had expected him to fondle me, but instead he removed his hand.’How about we go someplace else this time?’ I just nodded and looked straight ahead of me. Every couple of minutes I would look at him quickly then would go back to staring straight ahead. I wasn’t really sure where we were going. I didn’t feel like. The receptionist tells me I saw Angela thelast time I was in. So I'm thinking, do I want Lisa or do I want Lydiathis time.After I hang up, I realize I forgot which one I told her, not that itmatters. But I also wasn't paying attention to the appointment date andtime. I was too engrossed with Dad's little petty larceny scheme to hidethe purchase from Mom. I was trying to decide if I should blackmail himor just give him the scotch for Christmas. I just hope there aren't morehidden transactions. “Come inside and get out of the rain,” he said and gestured toward his opening garage door. I followed him into the attached garage as he stepped out of his car.“My, you’re soaked! How long had you been standing in the rain?”“Not long, I just got here,” I answered, feeling self-conscious as water dripped from my hair and my dress onto the garage floor.“First, let’s get you dried off. We can figure out how to break into your house later. By the way, I’m John. As you probably know, I moved in.