Then Sue would see them watching and she would again hit a high netball. The expressions on their faces were priceless.Another couple quit playing and... they too came and sat over on our bleachers. I was surprised, since these were a couple of girls, about twenty or twenty-one years old. They sat down away from the rest of us. I could see them quietly chatting between each other. It wasn't that long before Sue was setting my wife up again. Then again the stands would clap as Tara hit a winner. Stephanie quickly pulled her sweaty t-shirt over her head and unzipped the dress. It didn't fit perfectly, but with a safety pin or two, it would be fine. She rushed up to the mirror in her room. The hem barely floated above the carpet as she stood staring in the mirror. The waist needed to be pulled in a bit, and the top was snug, but it would do.Hmmm, how should I fix my hair, she wondered. Something innocent, I think.When Darren pulled up in the driveway at eleven, Stephanie was ready. She. The former circus performer, Dixie Cartwright and her Alzheimer’s afflicted husband Father Francisco (a seminary trained minister with several published books of religious theology) actually owned the whole thing after the demise of their three ring circus and the disbanding of their Noah’s ark of strange animals from around the world. Dixie and Deacon Johnson were mutually interested in things of an anal nature and he had trained her to assume the “doggy” position when they were safe in a. And he didn't have any hair... down there." Well, all boys are like that when they're kids. When we grow up, we get hair. And mine isn't always so big, it's just..." I stopped. What could I say? It's just that I got hot thinking about my baby sister? And what did I think I was doing, just lying there naked, anyway? I grabbed for the sheet to pull it over me, but Joanie held it back."No, don't. It's OK. If you're worried about me telling Mom and Dad, don't. I won't tell. Just like I won't tell.