“You pissed your pants, remember? I’m just cleaning it up and getting you dressed. You’re fine,” I soothed, rubbing your back slowly. “Just ...elax.”Coaxing your legs apart, I grabbed either side of your wet thong and pulled it down your legs, laying the wet underwear out neatly beside your jeans. A soft tuft of auburn curls lay at the apex of your thighs, which were already getting tacky from the dried pee. Taking the damp cloth, I wiped the sticky urine off, then forced your thighs apart again. It was around 2 am. I was still somewhat hammered. The TV was still on, but no one was around. I figured everyone had left (including Ryan). The scream that woke me up...I didn't hear it again. I must have dreamt it. My mouth was dry and I needed a cold glass of water. So I went upstairs to the kitchen. Once upstairs, I heard the screams again… they were coming from upstairs where my mom was supposedly sleeping. The screams and moans were more consistent now. Instantly I thought someone was. That delay was to allow the morticians more time to clean up the bodies and perform DNA test on body parts.It would allow the families time to come to Dover if they wanted. It also gave me a day to spend with the family they could wait and go home tomorrow morning.We went swimming in the private presidential pool for several hours before lunch. After lunch we played games in the game room with the boys. They had supper with me and we had a good night together.With the family gone I started. ‘Why can’t we? Haven’t you ever?’ ‘No.’ ‘You’re a virgin?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Gee!’ That news struck Frank like a freight train. He had never been responsible for busting a girl’s cherry, though he had thought Doris Barnston was a virgin, he had never gotten far enough to find out. He paused, debating whether or not to continue. Though he considered Sally Davidson different than any girl he had known, his hormones were taking over. He was already experiencing an aching sensation deep within his groin..