They were not eyes of passion, but eyes of fear. I looked to where She was transfixed. "Get your clothes on and come back to the house," Aunt Millie s...id. "Supper's just about ready." She turned and stepped back into the woods."Oh shit! Oh shit...!" Angela began to cry. I wanted to say something that would calm her down, but I knew she was right. Oh shit was an understatement. We began to dress even though we were both still a wet, sticky mess. And Angela continued crying. I felt like crying. 'Fuckingggggg Hellllll Mariel', his long drawn exclamation, breathed heavily under his breath, told me he was seeing what I intended, I smiled to myself, looking out the window, 'Remind me to buy you sexy underwear, for your fifteenth birthday Mariel, I turned and looked across at him, bathed in sunlight, I smiled demurely, 'No need Uncle Joe, I prefer to be naked around you', then I added to his original question, 'Yes I do know some horny girls, remember, all my friends are of bleeding age,. “Could I ask you another question?”She laughed, “You’re just full of questions! Sure. But like before, I don’t promise to answer.”“This one’s easier. You’re from the South. Are you a Baptist or Evangelical?”“Oh, hell no! We’re Roman Catholics. Not too many of us in Georgia, but believe it or not, the Allison racing family is Catholic. They’s from Alabama, not Georgia, but it’s the same as home. Not too many Catholics in the South. Daryl, on the other hand, is a Baptist. He’s even a preacher’s. I walked the dogs every evening as usual. I may have walked with more swing in my ass, but that is beside the point.Deputy Williams stuck to his usual script. He cruised the main drag. The only thing that changed is that he didn't pull over and make smart ass remarks. What he did do was slow down in his cruiser and follow along side me while I walked. I tried like hell to ignore him but I always gave in and looked. There he would be, one arm over the wheel, leaning over, just looking at me..