She fell asleep thinking of Billy and their love making. She slept soundly all night. She awoke a little earlier than usual for a Friday morning. S...e tentatively reached down between her legs and felt herself. To her delight, she wasn't very sore at all. She dressed for school and went down to the kitchen to face her mother's expected questions about her date. As Sally walked into the kitchen she spoke to her mother, “Good morning, Mom.” Sally's voice was cheerful. “Good morning, Sally. . Ten years ago they’d stood here with equal anticipation, though back then it had been tempered by a nervousness which kept them talking without pause. They’d been there as their parents’ guests, but now the husband was himself an employee, and they’d brought with them two young guests of their own — who would by now be leaving in the care of the wife’s mother.They climbed into their log, the wife sitting back against her husband, and as they drifted off their minds drifted back through an. I grieved for Bill as well. He was a nice boy who deserved more than a cold, unmarked grave. Many had passed through our doors to die shortly thereafter, and I grieved for them as well. But not like Jeannette grieved for Bill. Bill had become a part of my sister's heart, and she never forgot him.I love my sisters, one and all, but our shared terror in the basement brought me closest to Jeannette. Naturally, I asked her about what happened in the basement, and she surprised me by being honest. " Oh, I'm so glad you realized that what we did yesterday was awful. Tell me how bad I was."Pouting, Ariel said, "Well, Joseph, you were a very bad boy indeed." Ironically, her son was smiling again as he braced to be scolded. "You wouldn't even see your poor mother last night. I was so lonely. I had all these urges that needed to be satisfied that I had to see to myself." Opening her robe to reveal her large, firm breasts she went on. "My poor nipples needed to be sucked on, but where were.