Pulling her off me, I kissed her forehead softly. “Are you going to tell me, Megan? Why do I want a beaten and battered woman like yourself? A very ...eautiful beaten and battered woman.”“Because…Because you don’t care about my body like the others. You care about me. You actually love me, Jay. Something no one has done before. Not my father, not my friends, not my other husbands, not even my own mother.”“Very true Megan, we are one and the same. Bastard children and we somehow pulled our. "And when would be a good time for you." Tyrone asked."Well I usually help out after school, but I already have someone today. Maybe tomorrow after school." Elisabeth told them."Ok then, after school tomorrow." Tyrone said.After that they left. "Are you actually going to help them." I asked Elisabeth."Yes." She told me."But...." But what." She told me."I didn't hear you say anything about it when they asked me about it. You didn't even say something when they were asking me out to go to their. We can just order pizza while we're getting things sorted out. I'll help with the shopping tomorrow after school. That is unless you're worried about my nutritional intake. That's just about the only thing you have to worry about with me," I joked."Sorry, Kiddo, I got into the habit with your sister. Once you start, you really can't break a habit like that." With her, you needed to worry."My older sister Brandy had been what people call a problem child. She was four years older than me and a. We struck out from the railroad camp eager to be away from the dangers of random crime and the schemes and scams of parasites determined to rob the weak and prey on the undefended.After careful consideration, I elected to make our route swing back to the Sacramento area rather than east directly to the Utah headquarters of the Mormon Church. I hadn’t gotten much out of my twentieth century studies of the historical era with regard to the Mormon influence on western expansion.I could already.