Thatwas until Bettie found the hidden panel at the back of the purse and thenfound my real identification. I'd kept it hidden in case I ever neededit...for real, but now my secret was out!"That's better!" Bettie cooed as she read my real drivers licence. "BrianTurner, MALE, five foot five inches tall and 115 pounds. Address: 311Portage Estates, Westfield," she finished. Both of them seemed more thanpleased now. Bettie then replaced the identification behind the hiddenpanel then straightened my. Any bloke who’ll take in his sister after she fucks up royally in picking men like that, he’s a stand-up guy. Come on, love. Let’s get hitched.”I grinned as I heard Karen add her parting shot, “Well, dear brother, once again, you’ve come to my rescue. Know that if you ever need me for anything, anything at all, I’ll never let you down. Ever. You’re a lifesaver. Perhaps literally in this case.”“Love you, too, sis. Just come to my wedding, both this one and the formal one later, and we’ll call it. They all fired with with 'oh fuck ya' and 'hell ya' etc. Three of the bois actually said they had never been camping. I just hung my head, and weep, lol. I told them I had already spoke to Jerry, and we could borrow his Toyota pick-up that lived most of it's life behind the grill in the alley. It would haul two, plus all the gear for the camp site. The rest of us could ride in the jeep.We arrive at the lake, and went to a pretty hidden site on the far site. It was down a bit from the trail, so. The straps were ringed to allow restraint, a useful device if a long whipping was necessary. The girl's whimpering could have got on her nerves, but Betty remained still, waiting obediently with an air of excitement and nervousness.Smiling at Amy, Alice walked around both girls, her eyes making Betty Parker uncomfortable. "You were remiss in not controlling this child, weren't you?" Alice asked softly. Betty swallowed, her body beginning to tremble. "Yes Miss," she murmured with a rising dread..