But it was Harriet by whom I could not help but be entranced.I write this memoir in a time far removed from the events I am narrating and to an audien...e unfamiliar with those times. I must explain so that what follows in the narrative will make sense to the current reader. A girl without a chaperone would never be allowed to be alone with a man. It simply wasn't done. Mrs. Barrett would never have left me alone with either daughter for any extended period. It would have ruined the girls'. I know Marcus is."Stay, please. We can sort this out."Hope stood and strode towards the door, but Shawna grabbed her waist, and they tumbled to the floor with Shawna easily straddling the smaller woman."What's this about, Hope? You don't run from these things." Shawna swallowed, looking down at the big-eyed face between her thighs. The last thing Hope needed was to think she was trying to start them up again. And she would in a second, Shawna knew. Marcus was incredible, but there was that. Neither of us is old enough to rent a room. I’ll be right back.”The tears that had been threatening to spill started to fall. ‘A little longer,’ she scolded herself.Harriet came back and she set up the tent while Lori pulled out the food. Beef jerky, trail mix, and Twizzlers. Luckily there were still drinks in the mini cooler. “Sorry, I didn’t think about food for the ride home,” she said apologetically.“It’s okay, I’m tired anyway,” Harriet said and crawled in the tent.Lori listened for her to. ” I bolted up and dashed around Sam to see the coattails of somebody leaving the room.Fuck.I ran out to see who it was. Out in the main living area stood a completely flustered Natalie.Natalie is Sam’s best friend and a year younger at 21. She is equally if not more beautiful than Sam. They are about the same height at 5’ 7”, only Natalie’s green mohawk extended that by at least another six inches. Her breasts where a rounded C and she loved to flaunt them in corsets and cut up tees. I had.