Megan took a bite of her burger and a long drink of her Coke. She thought for a moment and began to tell Tom and Lisa about Danny and what he did to h...r. Her eyes began to fill with tears as she told them about the horror of that dreadful day and the long lasting affect it had had on her life.Jack leaned closer to Megan and put his arm around her shoulder, comforting her as she finished her story.Megan wiped her eyes with her napkin and began to smile. "I have kept that all to myself for all. I was a sixth generation Darby, people that settled here in the early 1800s and made their fortune in silver. My family had money, old money, not like the nouveau Ginsbergs. Zach Ginsberg’s dad grew up lower middle-class. Then, after serving in World War Two, he started an appliance business that by the late 1950s did well enough for him to buy a home in upscale Ridgedale, the county’s wealthiest, predominately Jewish development. Like us, the Ginsbergs belonged to a country club. Not just any. Her figure was rather petite, she only weighed ninety-four pounds. She had a cute, small, perky, round ass. And nice c-cup, teardrop shaped, breast. She made a few more advances on me. I pushed them aside, but not in a way to hurt her. She would ask me if her breasts were the same size. And ask if I could help her scrub her back in the shower. One day, I was getting dressed for school. She was getting out of the shower, and got dressed in the bathroom. I had to go brush my teeth, so just walked. But I know you would go with her if she asked. But there was one thing I said that I’m not totally sure about.”“That Angie may actually never be ready for sex.”“You know?”“Of course! I’m not totally blind to reality. I talked with Doctor Hart, and I accept she may never get to that point. That’s why I’m dating. If I was SURE Angie would be my girlfriend, I’d just wait it out. But I’m not sure. Are Jeannette and Marie sure?”“No.”“But they want to make sure she has a chance.”“Yes.”“As for you,.