The redhead paused for maybe the length of a heartbeat, but then continued as if nothing had happened. "I'm sure lots of fellas around town fancy you,...Kitty." I guess they might." Kitty admitted. What she couldn't admit was that she didn't fancy any of them. She knew there was something wrong inside of her. She blamed having a boy's prod. It somehow made her only like thinking about girls while she was alone with her thoughts and her sinfully busy hands. "Yeah, I bet they'll be all looking. In the whole time she's been here I think I have seen her engage in a real deep conversation maybe only once and it was with her sister. With me she is always nice, smiles and is very polite and respectful. I have never had any problems with her and neither have anyone else from the staff. In fact a few of them adore her. At the end of the year, she has been known to give random bonus and a few token of her appetition for those that go way out of their way she makes sure to let them know she. Desiree suggested that perhaps my daughter teased her son and that was why he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. As she said the words cookie jar she placed her hand on her own cookie jar. As we tormented the kids, drank more Tequila shots, and got drunker we compromised on the two of us each punishing the two kids plus I could do to her what her son had done to my daughter.First we took her son into my bedroom. His mother made him strip naked and lie face down on my bed. She really. Once he was done refilling them, we set out again. The final mile was the toughest. The going was much slower, requiring us to expend much more energy to make the climb. I found myself turning to my canteen much more often during this part of the hike and even though the water tasted even worse than the first batch, it was still refreshing. I looked at my watch from time to time and noted that the first 3 miles had taken almost two hours, but the last mile and half had taken almost 3. Our pace.