And they had not parted on the best of terms. He recalled clearly the night before he left. His pals had thrown him a kick-ass farewell party and he�...d been having a great time. Until he’d taken Shelly by the hand and stole off to the other side of the lake so that they could spend some time alone. Jake closed his eyes and could still see Shelly’s sad and tear-streaked face, made that more unforgettable by the moonlight, as she’d begged him to stay in Ohio with her. He had turned eighteen. . and I loved it!"I thought so. And a name... Jeremy. Your boring male name won't do at all. How about... Jeannette? I've always liked that name, don't you Jeannette Darling?" Jeannette's a pretty name, Auntie." Jeannette it is, then."For the next several hours my beautiful Auntie instructed me in the feminine idiom. She taught me how to walk in heels and how to sit demurely with my legs crossed so perverted boys like me couldn't look up my dress... or how to angle myself so they could peek if. She loves sex too, and I can refuse Dave nothing. He refuses ME nothing and except for these sexual, let's call them aberrations, he's been the greatest husband that you can possibly imagine.When we are in social situations, he's a prankster deluxe, but he also wholeheartedly enjoys it when someone turns the tables and fools him, too.It was this aspect of his psyche that I intended to explore when I had the next opportunity. I just needed the right inspiration.It came, quite by accident, when I. She’d brought this all on herself. Slowly, Jean dropped her arms and I snapped another picture. I could see red marks where Lupe’s nails had dug into my sister’s boobs. I could tell there’d be bruising soon. “I beat you fair and square, right?” asked Lupe.“Right,” Jean admitted grudgingly. She watched Lupe retrieve her shorts and reach into the pocket for something. I couldn’t see what it was but Jean did and she yelped in fear.“If I had my knife handy when we fought I would have cut you.