I had her home by about 10:45 or so.“When we got to her house, she invited me in, ostensibly to see her parents. It turned out, as I’m sure you ju...t guessed, that they weren’t there. It seems that every Thanksgiving weekend, they leave on Friday morning for a three-day weekend in Wisconsin. I told her I was going to leave, but she begged for me to stay so she could show me something. I acquiesced, because I didn’t want to upset her, and I really wasn’t worried about her coming on to me or. "Do you like it?" she asked."Where on earth did you get a dress like that?" I managed to stammer."I designed it myself, and mom has a friend that sews who made it," she told me."A friend who sews?" I asked. "I would think that you would need a leather smith." Well, she's quite versatile," Kari said.I shook my head and Cheri asked, "Would it be OK if I took your pictures?" Absolutely!" I exclaimed. "I want to remember this for the rest of my life!"Cheri took quite a few pictures, then Helen told. I was telling you that all the way back in Chapter 6."Mr. Douglas cried, "Eb!!"Despite the warning, Eb continued, "When we last heard from me in Chapter 7 (I need to bribe the writers more), I had just called our leader by her kid sister's name, Betty Jo."Oliver Douglas thought he had the three sisters straight: Billie Jo, Bobbie Jo, and "Betty Jo's the youngest, the redheaded tomboy."Eb smiled for him, "Very good expositioning, Mr. Douglas! She is also the only Jo with a genuine girl's name. She felt him before he touched her, his hands gently moving her to the side as he brandished his machete and make short work of the vines and branches that blocked her path. She began to have fantasies of a knight in camouflage pants and heavy leather boots. They walked in silence, both simmering under their calm demeanors, Jessie’s hand frequenting her stinging breasts, the audible moans slipping past her guard, much to her mortification. It didn’t stop her though. He was turning her on in.