Tall ald willowy, at least 5 feet 10 inches tall. She had ash blonde hair, worn loose and long to her shoulders. She had a straw sunhat on and wore ra...her thick glasses. You could tell she was not confident. She wore little makeup, and a 1950s style shift dress. I drank in her figure, slim legs, rather meagre backside and averge sized breasts, which were rather flat. Not much evidence of cleavage.Luckily one of the older girls came across to greet Janet, and help with her luggage. The older. I felt so gross. I felt like scum. I had to keep my mind off of her. And I did. For a while. You see, my family has always been close with Jill, so any opportunity we got to spend time with her, we did. It wasn't always easy, seeing as how she lived almost 120 miles away. But we still made it work. More often than not, she would visit us.It was Christmas time, and she had planned a visit for the second weekend in December. This would be the first time since the 4th of July incident that I'd be. But it was a bit un-nerving never the less that she was now very obviously aware of my being there, or at least, the possibility of it as Maggie had let her in on whatever secret she was still keeping from everyone else.Both of the women who had been on the couch had stood up shortly after that and moved away from my view. One who had been a woman that I guessed to be close to Maggie's age, if not possibly older. She had very short hair that was almost totally silver in color, but I was amazed. I hoped my girlfriend would be happy with whoever had agreed to be her sponsor. I already missed her bright smile and tinkling laughter."Stop it!" I ordered myself and gave myself a mental kick in the pants. Going inside, I was amazingly unsurprised to find Terry and the other three girls were gone. The place was a mess, with piles of clothes everywhere and unmentionable fluids on many tables. With a depressed sigh, I dug in. I did not have the heart to look for my girlfriend's clothes since it.