"He stopped, cleared his throat and began again."I do apologize Madame Helen, but I am unused to quite so much ... uh, um ... conversation."His voice ...railed off and his face flushed crimson.As the woman cackled with delight, her visage wrinkled even more than it had previously."Yes," she spat out between guffaws, "I do suppose I talk too much."The boy shook his head as his eyes widened."Oh no, Madame! I simply am not used to people. Nor am I used to anyone wishing to speak with me. I suppose. The construction of the place of worship on Sentinel Mountain was in full swing that summer.The Hatfield girls were on the site providing food, drink and a little bit of extra incentive to the men laboring all through the light of day to erect the symbol of their congregation’s desire to serve the Lord. In addition to the original related females that numbered ten, they had recruited fourteen young attractive women with a spirit of the Lord in their souls and the fire of love-driven lust in. "Notthese things! No way!" Come on! I'll take them off after!" she attempts to convince me. "Orshould I put a diaper on you first?" she teases."Shut up!" I raise my voice. "We said we wouldn't speak about it everagain!" Just let me cover up your junk!" she appeals to my sense of reason. "Whocares what you're wearing? It's just you and me." Fine," I say. "But don't lock it or whatever." Great!" she cheers as she pulls up the fuchsia ruffled plastic panties.I hate these things. Frills and plastic. .. a few weeks went by and i didn't see Wendy again, i had learned later that she had just moved here and that was her first day and she instantly afraid of me like everyone else. I asked one of my few friends Kyle if he knew who she was or her classes and he told me he had P.E. with her and her name was Wendy. i followed him the next day to P.E. and saw her sitting on the bleachers alone in a slightly tight white t-shirt and very short almost skin tight black gym shorts. I felt my heart race.