It seemed deserted at first. Well, empty of people. But full of -- oddthings. A candelabra with hooves. Salt and pepper shakers shaped likeWarren G. H...arding. If that wasn't a ducking stool in the corner why inthe world did she think that it was?The oddest thing was the coatrack or whatever covered in somedisreputable old shawl or blanket that suddenly turned around, grew abeard on a wrinkled face and asked, "May I help you?"Theodora didn't quite yelp. "W-who are you?" she managed to stammer.The. Where are your other clothes?” Rosanna asked, making yet another attempt to stand. She tentatively bent her right knee, trying to assess the damage. Casey rushed to her side and guided her back onto the couch. Is it my imagination or is Casey trying to seduce me? That can’t be, she’s as straight as an arrow. But the next thing Rosanna felt was the zipper on her pants being lowered. “Casey, what are you doing?” She gasped. “I’m taking off your pants. My gosh, you do ask some obvious questions.”. Cindy's mom wasn't home, so Cindy pinned the note on the door and we decided to take off on an excursion. A shorts-clad Cindy was climbing into the truck. She looked at me. "Hey, babe, can't you, like, fold this console up out of the way?" Yeah, cutie," I said, "but where will I put my important stuff?"Giggle. "Buddy," she smiled, "since last night you just got something MORE important than all that stuff."Smiling, I said,"Okay. I suppose so." I moved things around and stowed the console so she. Uncle Joe seemed to find her butt fascinating and her dad was standing close to her, looking down her cleavage. They were pretty nonchalant about it, so Jessie just ignored them figuring the looks were accidental.She eventually got to go swimming, which she loved. When she came out of the water, Uncle Joe had left. The water was a little cold, so her nipples were standing out. They were so sensitive to the air, temperature, everything. Her daddy was so caring, he had a towel ready and helped.