Why shouldn't she let them please?Carolyn yawned. She had been up late last night watching a movie on her small television set. When time came to slee..., somehow she hadn't been drowsy and had lain there for several hours thinking about Royal Benson Kennels. She had made an important decision. When she had saved up enough money, perhaps $1500, she would leave New York and begin again. New clothes new hair style, new town... new life... one with a steady job, a nice young man and a normal sex. The office desk I had occupied two hours ago seemed very distant. I cooked my meal, ate it and settled down to read for an hour or so by the light of my butane lamp.Then I heard a faint voice calling in the darkness. I poked my head out of the tent. In the meantime a low cloud had come down soaking everything. I could see only a few yards even with the torch."Help!" cried the voice."Hang on!" I shouted back. I put my boots and cagoule on in a hurry. I left the lamp burning because finding the. And believe me, Jack, it was so wonderful that I don't care if they're my sisters! And now... Now I want to try a guy. I don't care if you're my brother. I need someone I can trust, someone who knows what the hell he's doing, and since you obviously had sex before..."She didn't finish her sentence. And Jack didn't correct her. For the fifteen-year old Amy Parker, it was obvious that someone who was sixteen certainly had lots of sex. Sex was so wonderful that she was sure Jack loved it. Of. I remember it was a public school. The teaching methods were totally different.And where we had just started in on sentence structure at my old school, this school was way ahead in the book.I know I never did quite catch on to all the verb structures and nouns and predicates.Wow! I might have blocked some of this nonsense out also. I'm laughing because I know I could write a sentence; just don't ask me to point out the assisting verb or whatever it is called. Sorry, I am still chuckling about.