*March 22, 1848 - Wednesday*We arrived in Independence and immediately obtained lodging for at least a week with a delightful old lady, Susan Jenkins....She wanted to know our religion. I am an Episcopalian, Marion is a Methodist, Katrina is Lutheran, and Grace is Roman Catholic. It appears that she has no use for Mormons and was pleased at our answers, even though somewhat askance at our grouping. She has a big old house on a nice bit of land. She says that we can bring our wagon and oxen here. They had been locked in, at the time of their discovery, in a very graphic display of sapphic love."No, who'd want a thing like that?" Kate repeated, remembering that Angela's career had tanked within twenty-four hours after pictures of the two of them had hit the tabloids. Some things were best-kept private and out of the public eye."Well, maybe we'll see you later," Brooke said as she led Gregg away."She seemed nice," Gregg remarked as they made their way to their table.Brooke didn't answer,. And soon enough, we were pulling up to the familiar building. I was one of the last kids off the bus, not in any hurry to pass through those doors again.Once inside, I found what would be my new locker, took off my jacket, and got my notebook ready for my first class. I made my way through the crowded halls to my first class (why do they always put classes at the opposite ends of the school from where you are?) in time for the bell.My first class of the day was American History. I liked. " Joe told her.Jenny moved closer to her father and pulled her panties to her knees. She spread her legs slightly and Joe slid his hand up her thigh to her waiting cunt crack. He slid his finger up the slit to her precious little pleasure button, stroking it a few times before pulling his hand back.Jenny cooed and closed her eyes as Joe manipulated her clit and sent shudders of pleasure through her. When he pulled his hand away she almost followed it but caught herself and moved away from him.