Loaded with the basics, two coolers full of beer, three packs of cigarettes and a friend of mine. I was followed in by the convoy of trucks and beater...cars. With a fire lit, and my truck stereo blasted, everyone was feeling loose. Now, when I say everyone, I only mean about ten or fifteen people. But we were all close friends. Now as I got to my eleventh beer, I was starting to get flirty, as I always do when I drink. And for some reason my friend Isabella, who we call Bella for short, was. What was I supposed to do now that I had committed the ultimate sin? Elise expected to talk to me when she got home from school, and I couldn't tell whether I wanted to berate her or fuck her. The mental image of my angel's nude body popped into my mind, begging me to explore it's every orifice. It was the worst kind of torture, I was seeking reasoning to stop this madness where it stood and yet couldn’t keep the thought of fornicating with my daughter out of my skull. No matter how hard I. "Because you trust me, you tell me your story, and I won't tell anyone about it, and I accept you for who you are."He got half of a grin out of her. Her fear was fading."And in return," he continued, "I trust you and you tell me ... just what the hell is on that plate over there?"Lynne glanced at the plate and let out a giggling snort. She bit her lips shut, and started breaking down, her fear transforming into ridiculous joy."I'm mean, seriously, what is that tree doing there?" he asked,. We wouldn't hold you responsible for what your husband said." Thank you. You're Jase Tackett aren't you? The wagon train scout?" Yes, Ma'am." I know I'm not responsible for what he says, but I feel shamed by it. He's trying to teach our kids to be the same way. I guess Timmy said something to some young woman and she beat him up for it."I pulled Abby forward. "This is the young woman who beat him up, Ma'am."Mrs. Arnold burst out laughing. "I'll swear to God he's making Timmy into a mirror image.