Yeah I said, not really knowing what to say, I smiled. Well where should we go now? up there, look sandy pointed, there’s an outdoor Market. We walk...d up the hill to the little row of stalls.It wasn’t long before I found something for Lucy, a small bracelet it wasn’t gold or anything like that, but things like that didn’t matter to Lucy, she would prefer something cheep and meaningful rather then expensive just for the sake of it. The bracelet was made up of 4 shamrocks, and in the middle was. And really ... what's the difference between that and the woman who falls in love with a married man and then murders his wife, so she can have him all to herself?People disapprove of that too, but they don't call her perverted.That it all came out when they all got together that night was inevitable. They all knew each other too well by now to hide things of that magnitude. And everybody knew that decisions would have to be made about the future. As painful as it might be, everyone knew that. ”I smirked. Okay, that one. I pulled a fifty from my pocket and pointed at the older of the two daughters. She smiled and walked over to me with plenty of shimmy to her hips. She saw my meat and suddenly had a big, genuine smile. She was wearing a super short skirt. She leaned forward over the table and flipped it over her butt. She wasn’t wearing panties. She spread her legs and, looking around to the right, smiled at me. “Have good ass, yes?”I shuffled behind her and said, “You’ve a great. "One look at Denise told me she knew I was talking about us. I could tell she wanted to help the girl, too.Ann gave us a 'thumbs up', and told the whole story."Her name is Bernice Duncan, and she lives on a farm bordering our west pasture. That creek we like to go to is the boundary. She's in the tenth grade, and up until the eighth, was like anyone else. That's when all the trouble started. She had a boyfriend, and he started telling other guys that they were doing more than 'fooling around'..