She felt something brush her leg. Looking down she saw Beth on all fours rubbing her face against her leg. Beth looked up, meowed and continued circli...g Ann's legs rubbing herself against them. Ann smiled down."Meow" Beth said again"Does kitty want a pat?"Meeeow"Ann lent down scratched Beth behind the ear then stroked her bare back. Beth arched her back and purred appreciatively. Ann pulled Beth's silky blond hair out of the way and fastened the collar around her neck."There now are you the. The shotgun was all the backup she needed."Why? What's this all about?" the fat man whined, still not understanding what was happening."It's like this, lard-ass! You fucked up! You picked the wrong girl to jump out of the bushes on! You should have never tried to rape Lana with that puny little thing you call a prick. So now you pay!" Stacy said. She could see how much Lana was enjoying watching the poor excuse for a man squirm."But--" Charlie sputtered, trying to say something in his defense,. With my fake pistol in hand, I slowly turned the bathroom door knob all the way—it made no sound. I then eased the door open just far enough so that I could use the bathroom mirror over the sink to look into the room. The shower curtain was pulled, with the water still running. She couldn't hear anything over the water. So I pushed into the room, standing just outside the shower/tub.I eased the corner of the curtain back just a little to look inside and found her asleep with her head resting in. Whether it was riding bicycles or skating, catching a football or pitching a baseball, swimming or water skiing, fishing or hunting, they had done it all by the time Branch had reached what is considered legal age.Casey didn’t drink. He’d never liked the taste of beer or liquor, or the after effect. He didn’t prevent Branch from drinking, but it was one thing he didn’t teach him how to do. However, Branch followed his dad’s example and stayed away from alcohol, partly because he didn’t go to.