" explained Rita."You are making me feel uncomfortable. What about all the times I disciplined the children?" added Ian"I want to take the punishment ...or that, too; a bit like the historical 'Whipping Girl'." insisted Rita. "Make that clear to our guests. In fact, make it clear that they can do things to me just for fun, if they like."The invitations were offered and accepted for the dinner party and now Rita waited in the kitchen, in her underwear. She heard the doorbell and began to quiver. At least, she knew when she was being silly and I knew she had some fairly good goals to achieve in life despite her failure in religious circles. I think I was the only one that knew it was the devious plotting of the sanctimonious old priest that got her in the family way. Everyone just automatically assumed it was the Puerto Rican delivery boy or one of the juvenile delinquents the sisters were trying to rehabilitate into constructive life styles. I was glad they didn’t point the finger of. .. but something is telling me to wait a little longer." That sounds like a bunch of spiritual mumbo-jumbo," Jenny told her."It does, doesn't it?" Annie said. "Sometimes I think that myself. Especially when I get really... you know..." Horny?" Jenny suggested.Annie giggled. "Right... horny," she said. "And I'm telling you, that's been happening a lot lately." If you don't mind my asking," Jenny said, "Have you been laid at all since Ken... since he..." Died," she said. "Since Ken died. It's. Even so neither of us was hungry.We checked into the Blockade Runner Resort Hotel. Since we didn’t have any luggage, we walked to a high end beachwear store along the main drive. The store was also near Mercer’s Pier. The pier was where we had hung out with Lucy.Tasha bought a pair or jeans and two bikinis. She also bought a male cut sports type jacket. She insisted I buy a swim suit, and a jeans outfits. The idea was to dress for dinner in something never of us had worn before. It was kind of.