"Well, you're not even outnumbered, then."My eyes widened, "But, it's a monster... and I'm little." Well," said my father, "if it can fit under your b...d, it's not a very big monster, is it?"I thought about it. In the light, it made perfect sense, "I guess not." And all you have to do if it comes after you is get the light on, right?"I nodded."Well then," said my father, turning the bat in his hand, "just keep this close to your bed. If you're heading for the light switch and she grabs your. Like a kid in a candy store, her excitement led her to many beds and other places where intercourse could occur. When after six months her sexual abandon became obvious to the boys, they stepped in as friends and cautioned her about being more selective.Tommy spoke as they were recovering for another go at her always-ready crotch, “Hermie, I heard that you were banging Billy Jones.”She grinned at him and replied, “Sure am. He brings his two brothers and I get one on each tit while the third. .."Speaking of Girlie," my father said, "someone is looking like it istime for another hair cut. I will get the trimmer after dinner."My dad, with the permanent flat top, had always thought it was nesicaryfor boys to have a buzz cut from age 3 until death --'anything longerwas for hoodlums and hippies.' -He had said on more than one occassion."I thought I might grow it out a little, Dad," I replied"Why in SamHell would you want to do that?!" he said staring rightthrough me. I played the only. . No one was evercruel to Zoe at Bennington, where her naturally curly blonde hair tossed in the wind as shewalked...everyone worshipped Zoe there. This wouldn'thappen with Zoe's hair here, because Claire had decided that Zoe was too vainabout her hair, and she'd shaved Zoe's head...and did it every week now, andZoe had learned to keep from sobbing when she did... Why were they socruel? Remember thathorrible camping trip where Thomasine and Claire had whipped Zoe?s breasts withthose thorny.