The following day I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t ask my mom if I could start wearing thongs and the first game was in a month so I had some ...ime. I told Lisa--the nicest varsity cheerleader-- at practice that day that my mom wouldn’t allow me to wear thong underwear and Lisa suggested I just not tell her. If I didn’t tell my mom I’d have no way of getting them because no one could take me to a store to buy them. Lisa asked,” Don’t you have like a brother or sister that can drive you to. She’s my sister, my twin.As he got home, he could see that jamie and mom were sitting in the living room, jamie doing homework and his mom reading. Man, she had sure been something last night. It seemed that she was getting more and more wild each day, he thought. Dad sure is lucky. As he entered the living room, he couldn’t quite meet jamie’s eyes as he said hello. She gave him a puzzled look as he went to his room. After a few minutes, jamie got up and went to talk to james. As she entered. They had expended almost all of their water fighting the fire.That night, soot covered and with holes burned into their clothes and the wagons' canvases, the two exhausted women slid down the front wheel of Shaylee's wagon and just sat there. They spent the night coughing up soot filled mucus and wiping soot filled snot from their noses. It was a very long cold, uncomfortable night. The mules fared no better and stood with hanging heads and labored breathing and black mucous streaming from. "Let go of me, you asshole!" she snarled, slapping him across the face."If I let go now, you'll call the cops. Better that I finish what I have in mind and then see how you feel afterwards," he laughed, letting go of her throat but pulling her from the wall, easily and expertly pulling her arm behind her back as he slammed her down onto the desk. He snatched her other hand, holding them together as he opened the drawer of the desk. "I thought I saw some zip ties in here." Still squirming, Jesse.