” The waitress goes and rings up the tab, she returns and says, "Thank you for coming, have a wonderful day.” All of us chime in and say, “You h...ve a wonderful day too.” While I pay the bill at the cash register, Brett is holding Natalie close, with his arm around her waist. When I join them, Brett puts his other arm around my waist and we exit the restaurant. Both Natalie and I kiss Brett on the cheek and I tell him to follow us to the house.As Brett follows us, Natalie and I cross a set of. No, to provoke a duel with Anson for a trumped-up reason would certainly alienate Mrs. Thorpe.Why not find out instead whether the lady was open for a courtship? Maynard thought of himself as eminently eligible. He was a man of consequence, a retired regimental commander, a wealthy land owner, a man active and respected in his community. Mrs. Thorpe could do much worse.Then there was the boy. Thirteen years of age, his father fallen. The boy would need a father figure, and who would be better. He began working on her butt cheeks. Rubbing them with oil and kneading them like bread dough. Tammy was exasperated. She needed him to push a little farther, to touch her intimately. She spread her thighs farther open to signal her need. The masseur understood. His huge fingers slipped down between her butt cheeks and found her asshole. He coated it with oil and delicately rimmed her with a fingertip. With his other hand he dipped underneath her and found her pussy, which by that. When you look at me, your eyes are soft and I feel comfortable ... well ... gotta go, see ya.” With that she was up and gone.Quite often, when we chatted, Shae would complain about her sister, Amber. From what I was picking up from Shae, and observing in the neighborhood, my initial thoughts were correct. Amber was a major league bitch who seemed to try and target her little sister, primarily for the fun of it.One day, after school, I noticed that Shae’s bus stopped at the corner. She walked.