" I answer back."You mean if I am not your niece you don't like me." Mitch asked with a sudden change of facial reaction."Ok I like you because you ar... pretty." I said and then she smile and lean over me."Do you love me or just like me." she insistently asked more."Fine, I love you and I like you too." I said with comforting light hug as I move my arms slightly around her.With a bonding moment, I felt one of her hand travel down slowly to my to my crotch. I felt a light pressure of her finger. When we arrived at my friend’s house, I traveled straight to the game room downstairs in the basement. When I got down in the game room, I noticed a few of the playboy’s that he had out on the table and a video tape that was labeled, ”Rough Riders”. This wasn’t uncommon because we often had looked at playboy’s together and watched Cinemax. I picked one up and started to look at it. While I was downstairs, my friend was upstairs taking care of some last minute chores so just incase his mom came. There was very little blood, so I assumed that he had died rather quickly.The woman had stopped crying and sat up by the time I finished my examination of the man in the driver's seat. I returned to the two women and asked what had happened. The second woman answered, "Our father was shot from ambush, and we barely got the wagon stopped before these four monsters ran up to us and ordered us out of the wagon. They wouldn't even let me check on my father's condition. They talked to us rather. On thinking about it, Scooter thought she remembered him from high school, when a class had taken a field trip to Harper's Ferry, and had been enthralled by the story of John Brown's last stand in the engine house. The guy was so good that it was almost as if they were there. He may well have been that man; when she asked him, he said yes, he used to get called down from the Interpretive Center to help out the park staff when they got busy, and he'd given that talk a few times.Since this group.