Through the window, she could see that Mary Ann was still naked. Reluctantly, she turned away so Mary Ann wouldn't catch her peeking. When Mary Ann po...ed her head out the window, she was wearing her gingham dress."I see you found a towel," noted Mary Ann. Ginger hoped that there was faint note of disappointment in her voice."I was hiding in the bush, completely nude, for what seemed like hours. When things finally got quiet, I stole a towel from the Howell's. God, did I need a shower!" Why. "From in her mind." Jake," said my mother again, "it's okay. He's a friend, and this time he's really a friend." What do you mean, this time?" She's talking about that rat bastard son-of-a-bitch, Phil." The man interjected angrily."Phillip? What about him?" Only that he's the mother fucker that killed my best friend, your father." Slow down!" I exclaimed, more confused now than ever. Everything was happening so fast. "I thought Phillip was dad's friend?"I directed this at my mother but the man. He came over to the side of the bed and said, “Good morning, Captain Buckman. My name is Featherstone. How are you feeling?”I eyed this man warily. “I’m feeling better now than I was in that basement.”He nodded and smiled. “Yes, I expect you are. That’s really why I’m here, to talk to you about that. I’m from the JAG Corps in Washington.”Well, that explained a few things. Dorne must have been able to contact somebody after all, although whether that was good or not, I didn’t know yet.. He then took a very deep breath. I said, “There, is that better? Is that what you wanted?” He then began to run his hand up and down my knee slowly and then started to extend that boundary. I couldn’t believe it. I was letting another man rub my stocking covered legs. I was getting so hot at this point that I could barely contain myself. Suddenly he said, “I hope you don’t think I’m some sort of pervert or anything, but there have been times I have gone home to a lonely home and jacked off.