The frantic pacing of that bloody woman in my cranium picked up once more as she started stalking around again, working herself back up into a lather....Treacherous bitch! This was John Anderson, so what the hell was she trying to do? There were plenty of Jamies, Craigs and Davids at school but surnames were reserved for a select few and John was one of the group the rest of school held in high esteem. Anyone outside his circle of friends always seemed to use his surname when they talked about. She whimpers as we take our drinks. Daddy catches me eyeing her nipples and tweaks mine. An electric shock heads straight to my clitty.“Do you like those rings babygirl?”“Yes Daddy, I’ve always thought about getting mine done. But mine are too sensitive and I’m afraid.”He runs his hands through my hair, and kisses me on the cheek. His smile is electrifying. We aren’t sitting long before they call for the first game, it’s Pass the Clothespin. I look up at Daddy, and he nods. I squeal and head. I didn't do anything while you were dating Tom. I didn’t try anything when you broke up with Tom. You made the first move after I fell asleep babysitting Emily. I am just doing what I saw my father do with my mother. I don’t see you as some fragile flower that needs to have doors opened or chairs pulled out for her. I don’t see you as a conquest. I just see it as the chivalrous thing to do. I have done this since I started dating.”“Thanks for a terrific evening, but Helen has to leave. She. I could tell she was just playing hard to get. She wasn’t even subtle the way I would have been when I do it.I briefly considered “Accidentally” letting the towel fly up so they could get a flash that we didn’t have anything on under the towel. That would spoil Lori’s chance to lead them on. Then I’d have to talk to two love-sick fat boy rednecks in denim overalls though.When we got near the woods entrance, Lori had effectively given them the cold shoulder and told the twins not to follow them.