I order that ye answer them truthfully and completely. Do ye understand?"Wilma's eyes narrowed in anger. "Yes, I... I underst-stand." Your turn, Paul...." Shamus said."Okay, Wilma, do you know where Jessie is headed?" No," Wilma said hesitantly, not wanting to answer. "N-Not for certain." Why not?" There's a lot of places she... could be going?" Try asking where she _thinks_ Jessie might be going?" Shamus suggested."Good idea, Wilma, where in Arizona do you think Jessie is headed?" I... I don't. Seriously? What were my parents thinking? If there had been a robber, would a seventeen year old petite girl really be able to stop them? The door opened down stairs and big brother called out, “I’m home!” he sang. And I instantly knew he was drunk. “Mom, Dad?” he called out. He even went into their rooms and checked, I could hear the doors to their rooms opening, and I could hear my brother’s heavy steps. “Well, hello there.” My brother said, as he stood in the door way of my room and turned. After a quick look around I asked for several large towels and a pillow.I set the towels and pillows out of the way and gave Fran a very wet kiss. Whispering in her ear I said, “Just like home – no privacy. Let’s have fun.”We started slowly. We unbuttoned each other’s blouses then folded them before putting them near the towels. We fondled each other first on top of our bras then with fingers under the cups. (Yes dear reader, we wore bras just so we could take them off.) We aimed for maximum. I found the perp. It's a man pointing a pistol at me and trying to fire, but I have frozen the mechanism. He put one bullet on my head, but all I have to show for it is one hell of a headache. I'm taking him out, now. I grabbed him by the wrist of the hand holding the pistol and squeezed. I didn't stop until I heard bones fracture. He could be put back together, but he was going to hurt a while. I took the gun from him and unfroze the mechanism.We were getting reasonably fast service. I could.