It wasn't a mean tone or anything but almost as if he were offering a solution to her dilemma."No, Doc. Please. Anything but that."Doc was in and he k...ew it. So did she. She was in a combination of shock and dismay by that time. Her thoughts were where is this going, and how do I ever get out of it.And there was a little third nagging thought."I am concerned, but why am I not as repulsed as I should be?" I'm going to turn you over." What?" Be careful. I'm going to turn you over on your. .just on the hope the guy in the Spider-Man mask would want me."I rubbed her back, "It's going to be okay, Sis," I told her, “I do want you.”Julie looked up at me with tears running down her cheeks and puffy eyes, "Spider-Man could have been any man...any man in the world, but it turned out to be my big brother!" And she started crying again, "God must really hate me, Jase!" God doesn't hate you, Julie," I told her, "Things just happen sometimes. I never planned to be a stripper." I'm sorry I. Then they tossed burning sticks into what remained of the camp and she had to covertly slide out of the way of danger from the fire and watched them paddling away to return to the French settlement and the safety of the Fort’s walls.Margaret knew there were British patrols out also in the wilderness and she thought it best to take her chances by continuing on her own rather that chance the British, the French or the savage tribes that wandered hither and yon surviving as they always had by. Tom playfully asked again, and Sara blurted out “yea, sure it is, if it’s as big as Jennifer told all of us yours was” as she continued to giggle. Tom then asked Sara about what she had heard. Sara jokingly held up her hands as she showed an 18” separation between her fingers, and chuckled. Tom replied, “Well sorry to burst you bubble sweetheart… but it’s not quite that big, although I have been complemented on it many times before. I’ll even give you a peek, if you’d like.” Sara said something.