Later, after Bill and Judy had left for school and Arlene had finished a lengthy shower, the doorbell rang. She wondered who it could be so early in t...e morning.She was surprised to see her neighbor, Barbara, standing in the doorway. She hardly ever spoke to her next-door neighbor. Arlene resented the flashy, cheap way the woman dressed, and the flirtatious way she carried on in the presence of men. Then she mentally chastised herself. How could she possibly be so critical of Barbara after what. “You what?”Laura walked closer, pulling the lid off the container and holding it out in front of her. “I wanted to do something nice for you,” she said, her grin brightening. “You helped me so much yesterday even before you went out, so I made you a fritata you could have for lunch today!”The horny girl blinked, staring at the small, slightly lopsided, colorful fritata at the bottom of the container. She made that?“I put some stuff I found in the fridge in,” the blonde girl said, looking down. " She said, then proceeded to put her top back on properly. Damn! He thought. Two strikes!They stopped for lunch at a large sand bar that had been created at a bend in the river. They beached the canoes and proceeded to break out the sandwiches. Jeremy excused himself to answer the call of nature and walked up the beach and into the woods. He relived himself and turned to head back when he heard a sound off to his right.He walked a few feet toward the sound. There he saw, through the thick. Then came Sunday. The rule of the household was that all, family, and the servants, excepting the cook Mrs Ross, went to Sunday morning service at Kingsway Wesleyan Methodist Church, where the late Mr. Bissell had been a trustee, and held a family pew. I was exempt from this rule for the simple reason that my family were committed Unitarians, for whom a trinitarian service was little short of idolatry. Coming from the East Midlands, where Unitarianism is strong, I was surprised to find that in.