Dean and Dave were there, just finishing their own bows and the four girls were seated in a semi-circle on the grass, watching us with open mouths.“...acques, that was beautiful. You did not tell me you were a dancer.” Cam said accusingly.Okay, it was cute, but it wasn’t that funny. I didn’t think it was ‘Dean and Dave laughing so hard they were laying in the grass and holding their sides’ funny. Jerks.After showering, I got Dean and Dave into the office, dragging two of the coin cases in with. " you let out a whistle of approval as you hold the tiny ceramic figurines in front of your headlamp. They look ancient; one is an intricate carving of an impish creature, the other of some sort of demonic statuesque female. You smooth the dust off the womanly figure, revealing its faded yet uniquely ornate paint job. A strange sense of arousal grips you momentarily, but you manage to shake it off. Stuffing them in your backpack, you ruminate on the local history of the region, attempting to. Jessica was looking at me with interest in the answer to that question.Theresa said, "I know." What?" Jessica said, looking at her mother with unbelief in her eyes.There was a slight smile on my father's face."Well, Theresa, tell me about it."She suddenly realized the can of worms she'd opened up and turned red with embarrassment."I just meant," she stammered out, "that he's only kissed three girls." Three?" Jessica asked."Only three?" my mother said.I was the one with a rather red blush on my. Perhaps it wasa misplaced, samurai-type sense of duty, but Jessica hadinsisted that they take her to her former home and let herexplain to Barbara what had happened.Further, she got them to agree that their agency woulddeposit a considerable amount of money in their jointaccount, money that should last Barbara for quite a while.Agent Johnson told Jessica it was time to go. The childlooked around the room and gathered up her few possessionswhich included some clothes the agent had given her,.