Both my daddy and mommy knew Mr. Jacob and spoke to him occasionally.When Mr. Jacob led me into his house he got some lemonade out of his refrigerator...and poured me a glass. Then he ran cold water over a cloth. "When you're finished with that lemonade you can put that on your face so that you won't look like you've been crying for half an hour."I looked at the clock on his wall and said, "I have to be home before 6:30." It wouldn't do for you to irritate your father," Mr. Jacob said in a way. He was pretty sure that she hadn't changed her mind about wanting him to stay away from her.For her part, Jennie wondered whether Mike was ever going to take the hint that she was giving to him? She didn't know why he wasn't walking faster, even if he only wanted to pass her. She had never walked so slowly in her life.She had concluded, more than a week ago, that knowing that she was actually being watched was infinitely more exciting, than just pretending that she was being watched. She was. But he was secretly very grateful for everything his father taught him that day.Eddie's father had taken him out for a father-son camping trip. The camping trip wasn't his father's idea, but was Eddie's. It was Eddie's mother, Patricia, who cajoled her husband into taking their son out for the trip. It was to be a short overnight stay in the mountains. Once they got to the camp site and set up, Eddie's father had started into the liquor, and shortly became fairly drunk. Eddie had heard that. Meanwhile, Barbara sipped more champagne and wondered aboutMichele's question - and wondered at her own attraction to thevoluptuous blonde. She got up, walked to the bar, and found somepretzels. She poured them out into a bowl, carried them back to thesofa, and nibbled at them. Michele's touchings had only increased the heat, her juicesflowing, her now-swollen nether lips hungry for contact. She spreadher thighs a little wider, her love bud growing in its pink nest. Herfingers played in the.