You don’t think it’s legitimate fine but you believe in justice and the scales are going to be hanging in your favor with all of this for a while ...specially with me,” I pause a her words sitting up to face her. “Especially with you? I am curious how the one who just went along and didn’t actually do anything is worst about the whole thing,” I ask and she sits down in my computer chair to talk address me. “Because I wanted to know you and I didn’t do anything when I knew I should have. It was. I didn’t bother to hide my stare down the front of her shirt.“You looked busy with your friends and I didn’t want to bother you, sis.” “Nah, I’m here alone. I was just saying hi.”“Can I get you a drink or something?” I asked.“Sure.”She ordered a cocktail and I threw some more cash across the bar to the bartender (a sexy little thing in her own right, by the way). Holding her glass with her right hand, Cheryl still had her left arm hooked in mine and my hand was still on her leg, just above. He was 17 years old and fairly stupid, and was gratified that his mother Linda had been able to secure him a position cleaning up and shining windows for the locals at the downtown building. He lived in a room in the basement of the family home.Little Carrie had the entire third floor of the family home to herself. Linda, her mom, had directed her daddy James and brother Chris as they'd knocked down plaster, laid carpet and painted walls for their treasured girl/sister/daughter so that Carrie. I did my normal pre-bed routine, packed my lunch, got my day pack together, then settled in. Again, I heard faint moans while I gazed at the stars. It didn't take long for me to doze off.A few hours before dawn both girls screamed waking me. I jumped from my bag, grabbed my pistol from it's stash, then shouted out to them. Slipping my boots over my feet, then scooping up a flashlight, I walked briskly towards their tent in hiking boots and my boxers. The moon shone bright enough for me to see.