Although the good Reverend Wilson had enjoyed extreme intimacies with many lovely women and girls, young fourteen-year-old Becky Bartlett was somethin...g special.She had a clear brow, which is not surprising for one so young, and an upturned nose with slightly flared nostrils, high cheekbones and a firm round chin. Her eyes were large and brown and whenever he spoke to her they seemed to sparkle with friendliness. Would she be as friendly as he wanted?The young girl's mouth was delicious, rather. I awoke at 9am to the smell of fresh coffee.I was a little disoriented. I lived alone, and had for three years, since my wife died. I got up and saw Sara at the table."Hi," she said, sounding chipper and a little nervous. "I took the liberty of making some coffee." No, no, that's great," I said - or rather slurred. I'm not much good without my morning caffeine. "How long have you been up?" About an hour," she replied.I excused myself to the bathroom. When I came back, there was coffee poured. Then stood back. “There now you make a perfect ALICE.” She slowly walked around the admiring the Imperial while I did the same to her. Even old Walt couldn’t have done any better . “That thing is huge it took me like 5 minets to walk around it.”As I held her door open for her I said“Well they did call these land yachts.” When we arrived at the staging area the paraded marshal asked me if I Wouldn’t mind taking his daughters in my empty back. I asked Kris what she thought and she. "It was the closest JD had been to taking a swing a Marcus in decades. They had known their father's health was failing but JD had spent one more day in Washington and had gotten home too late by just hours to say goodbye. It was an ache he could never ease and it floored him that Marcus would bring it up now.The look on Marcus' face changed and he flexed his shoulders again. He cleared his throat and muttered something that sounded vaguely apologetic. "E'body know you wanted ta be here,.