I hope we see youagain," She added trying to include her uncle in the conversation."Well, she's going to see me at work on Monday sweaty," Mr. Johanso...replied. "I'm going to walk Jordan to the door," he added.Jordan couldn't wait to just get inside and get out of these clothes andtake a long hot shower. He looked towards the Apartment. "Could Annastill be out?" He thought to himself as he saw no lights on inside theapartment.The two walked up the stairs and then made their way to their. I had tried everything else. I climbed up onto the mounted barrel staves as high as I could get, and made an awkward leap upward. I grabbed the rope in one hand, getting a grip on a couple of inches of it at the very end before losing my hold and falling downward.But at least the rope's position above me had allowed a direct fall into the barrel. I managed to miss the sides and fall feet-first to the bottom, where the impact seemed to have knocked loose even more of the wooden panels at the. Slamming on the brakes, inches from our bumper... laughing that insane high giggle.Dad was a cop, but not where we lived. He went to the Sheriff's Department and they did what they always seemed to do... nothing. Finally my Father had enough. I remember the grim, sad, look to his features that night. He tucked me in bed and told me that I would never have to fear that boy again. The next day he was gone. Just gone. No trace of his body was ever found, and my Father kept his own counsel.Even. "You will wear this outfit to work tomorrow, Lee." she told me, I begged her not to do this to me, but she wouldn't have it.She then opened the top drawer of my dresser and pulled out the peach bra and pantie set, "This will be your underwear for tomorrow."Tears began to flow from my eyes again, but Sue showed no pity, in fact she seemed to be enjoying my discomfort."Okay Lee," Sue said, "take of your bra but leave your panties on, then put your nightdress on." she indicated to the pink nightie.