I went back by the girls’ room to see Josh kissing Little Rachel. On the lips. My head spun a little bit. I mean Josh had been ten and Little Rachel...nine when we started splitting up the families a bit. Maybe we had been too late with them. But I needed to discourage this.I was about to discourage this when the candlestick phone in the foyer rang.I ran down the stairs as quick as I could and, and grabbed the earpiece off the phone, and then picked up the mouthpiece.“Good morning,” I said,. The hand was Simon's. He was dead, lying face up in the mud with his chest ripped open I could see some of his ribs. I got to my knees, shook my head and then saw my friend Jim tied to a tree near a campfire. Dawn was coming on pretty fast, and the Redcoats were taking turns deviling Jim with their bayonets and brands from the fire. I squinted and tried to ignore my throbbing head. It looked like one of Jim's ears was about gone and his shoulder was bleeding.Captain Foster, George, Matthew and. "It's not that," he replied. "We don't know who they are, and we don't know just what they expect of us."Nancy giggled, "If they've seen you in that g-string you wore to the pool yesterday, then I know they don't want to spend the evening talking." Hey, I thought I came off pretty good in my hekini," Phil laughed."Oh, you did, baby. I couldn't keep my eyes off it, I mean you." Yeah, except to keep an eye on every female at the pool to let them know they'd better not come onto your. Dear Diary, I couldn't wait to sit down to write tonight! Are my feet ever sore! I woke up at 4 am, rubbed my eyes and shuffled into the dining room. On thetable Madam had lain out some pink tights, short, purple, satiny jogging shortswith white trim, a sports bra, a pink French cut T-shirt and a pair of whiteReeboks. After a shower, shave and makeup and wig, I got dressed, put my longblond wig into a ponytail, and took our dogs for a walk. I must have made quitea sight, diary, if anyone was.