Bonnie knew it was long past that time when she should have opened her flower to masculine explorations, but she was, in truth, a bit fearful of the e...deavor. She had attempted to become more familiar with the workings of the male appendage by allowing the pastor to offer the solace of his lap and the insertion of his anointed shaft into her nether entry. The old man grunted with obvious delight but poor Bonnie just thought to be a rude treatment of her elimination system and totally a waste of. Here was the friend she’d been longing for. ‘She likes me, Mama,’ she said quietly. ‘How do you know it’s a ‘she’?’ asked Mother. ‘I just know,’ said Miriam. ‘She’s a she and I’m going to name her ‘Kittykins’,’ said Miriam. ‘Well, she’s certainly made herself at home,’ Mother observed a bit wryly. ‘We saved her life, Mama. And she’s very thankful,’ Miriam whispered, stroking the sleeping kitten. That night, when Miriam went to bed, Kittykins climbed up on the bed with her. The kitten slept. Walter about something on my homework.”Arlyne gives the girl a comforting smile and says, “Okay. No Problem. I’ll see you at lunch.”No sooner is she out of sight, Thane comes rolling in. Of course he didn’t go unnoticed. Arlyne caught sight of him before Christy even approached her.“Hello, Thane,” she says before he has a chance to say anything. “I guess you’re here to proposition me again?”Thane lets go a brief chuckle. “Such a big word there ... proposition.”“Is it too big for you?” she asks. Dawn was the rough first-draft of her younger sister, two years older but only a grade ahead ... While Joanne was tall and full figured, Dawn was large and heavy. Joanne excelled. Dawn struggled. Joanne was a star, a bright, vivid leader. Dawn and I plodded along with the average. So I asked her out. I dated her for three years. She was my toehold into Joanne's world away from school. I treated her as well as I could. I thought I concealed my initial feelings from the sisters. I was wrong.My.