Introduction all around, of course. The red-head was Veronica. She’d worn a white blouse which, when wet, let us confirm that she hadn’t bothered ...ith a bra. I was fantasizing about the babies we would make together. After years of practice, of course. She kissed me on the mouth and asked if I wanted to dance. Then we both broke out laughing. The exotic vibe girl was Sonja. She was wearing dark slacks and a pale purple filmy thing on top. She kept picking at the filmy thing. When wet, it stuck. I could hear dad’s deep voice state something to the effect that “You cannot do that!”I heard mom shout, “You just wait and see what I can do!” At that moment I heard a light tap, tap, tap on my bedroom door.I said softly, “Come in.” I could see by the light from the hall that it was my petite 16 year old sister, Liz. She poked her head in and asked, “Can I come in?”“Sure sis,” I whispered.She stepped in and closed the door. It was pitch black in my room and I felt her bump into the foot. It was the same with Jenny: all I was doingwas awakening the hidden slut. It wasn't just my imagination, I was sure, thatJenny was beginning to move her hips and rubbing her thighs together in a waythat suggested she was just a little sexually excited. Maybe one day, she would thank me for it. Maybe that day was closer thaneither Jenny or I realised. Even so, that day was not now. Today Jenny wasfeeling degraded, defiled and violated (and no doubt just a little bit excited)- or so I hoped.. His father died a while back didn't he?"Anne nodded and put down her fork, folded her napkin and placed it on the tablecloth, gathering her nerve. "He's still in the army, Washington's army." Your age isn't he?" Yes Father, he is. I wrote to him as I had promised I would. I wrote him several letters, perhaps a dozen or more." Good, good. Did he write you? The mails are very uncertain now you know." He did. He wrote me regularly he said, had friends bring them down and deliver them right to the.