"But when it comes to thiscollege... You're probably right." I still don't know why we're even here," I mumbled. "We stick out likea sore thumb." We w...re invited," Ophelia reminded me."That's probably WHY we were invited," I scoffed. "To make everyone elsefeel better about themselves." If that's what they want to do, then fine," Ophelia said. "But itdoesn't mean that we have to feel worse about OURselves." ...You're right," I said, earning a rare grin from my BFF."And did Hayley, at any point,. Unsuccessfully I must say ...I was pinned, face down on the bed and against the wall... my youngest sister was sitting on my head pulling my hair and my two brothers lay on top of me pinning my arms down...My dear s*s told them... - let's tickle him so he'll never abuse you again- They took the new task with renewed energy.. all this while we were all laughing and screaming I tried desperately to free myself to no avail as my position would not allow any leverage... The tickling continued and I. We worked the farms (cash cropping), and earned pretty good money. Additionally, we would all help whomever was haying or building a barn, or whatever. Quite a quaint little community.Roger and I were normal boys. We had a healthy curiosity of the opposite sex, but being so isolated there was a lack of opportunity for us to explore those strange urges we had.In grade 12 I turned 18 right around the same time that Roger's sister Beth did. We had a joint birthday party (just the families), and we. Her complexion was ruddy and nose was red from a life full of alcohol abuse, there was little doubt. They had a large RV. Despite my horrible description, they were extremely nice people, just not much to look at.They were there for the weekend with their daughter and her friend. The girls were a little chunky, but quite attractive. The friend was 21 and the daughter was 13! We were floored. She had curves in all the right places and totally looked at least 18. We were thankful we found.