Josh signaled a Deputy Sheriff to come over. He seemed to be waiting for the signal."I'm fine and the insurance company is already taking care of thin...s. There's no need to sue anyone Michael."Fowler's eyes seemed a little less bright when he heard that and at that point he took note of my companions."And who are these lovely people." He said holding out his hand.Neither Beth nor Josh offered to take his hand and I responded"This is my friend Beth Taylor and her brother Josh. Josh is going to. She seemd hesitant to look below my waist, so I moved my hands down over my chest and down to my pussy as if to non-verbally encourage her eyes to follow my hands down. She shyly looked at my pussy."Rosalita, I want to see your pussy." She blushed when I said that. "Don't be shy, show it to me!" I pushed."I'm...I have a confession, Miranda. I'm not a real blond. My pussy hair is brown, and I haven't trimmed it as nicely as I should have for something like this." It's o.k., honey!" I touched her. I said, “Melody tells me that your little turds are fucking you and Katie! What do you have to say for yourself?”She looked really pissed off and then she said, “Those little fucking bastards! I’ve been letting them fuck me so that they would leave the girls alone! How to hell could they do it? I haven’t had a moment’s piece in three weeks since this all started! They can’t possibly have anything else left for those girls!”“I swear to God, they have each been fucking me ten times a day. I’m. I think we were ten, maybe eleven years old at the time. Our momsthought it would be cute to dress us as sisters because that is the waywe, Karol and I, thought about ourselves when I was dressed. The dresseswere cute and identical. Naturally, if you give a boy and a girl a dresseach, one of them will hate it and one will love it; in the topsy-turvyworld we lived in I, the guy. Loved my dress and Karol hated it, but weboth wore them all day. They were white with some sort of a diamondpattern on.