Joan and Evan left the party to go to their grandfather's place. Their grandfather, Abraham, owned 20 acres in the hills on the outskirts of town. The property held a collection of houses and other buildings. It was also a source of oil and natural gas. The money from these resources made their grandfather a wealthy man.
Abraham thought of himself as a prophet, a true man of God. His flock consisted of anyone he could convince to follow his personal view of Christianity. That was a short list. His congregation was made up of poor family member he had under his thumb and strays that could not live in normal society.
He called his place "The Colony". He touted it as a place for a new understanding of God. Jo and Evan called the isolated, barbed wire camp "The Compound" because he ran it with an iron hand. His word was law. After all, he was God's messenger. The poor, the weak and those without options submitted to his rule. People he could not dominate were run off or worse.
Joan and Evan's widowed mothers were part of Abraham's congregation. The cousins were too by default.
As Jo was driving to "The Compound". She pulled off the road in a secluded spot. She and Evan got out.
Evan said, "It was a good idea to bring a change of clothes." Evan took off his swimming clothes.
"Yeah. I had a feeling we might be pressed for time."
Without the slightest hesitation, Jo stripped naked in front of her cousin. She stepped away from Evan, squatted and peed.
"Ahh ."
Evan laughed and said, "Look at you go like the proverbial race horse."
"Get me a tissue. There 's a box in the trunk."
Evan helped his cousin out. Jo used the Kleenex to wipe her pussy and tossed it aside. Then Jo put on a plain white bra and no frill white panties. Over this she put on a plaid knee length skirt and a white high collared blouse buttoned to her chin. Evan was dressing equally respectable in a polo shirt, pleated khakis and brown loafers.
Evan said, "What do you think we are in for, Brother Love or Reverend Brimstone?"
"Who knows," Jo responded.
***
Amicable cries of "Hey", "Hi", and "Hello Jane" cascaded down on Jane when she stepped in the locker-room the next morning. It surprised her. All the players who had been ignoring her were now openly friendly.
Sam said, "Jane, those were two great parties this week-end, huh? "
"Yes."
Giselle said, "Are you and Evan making a go of it? He's so handsome."
"We've just started dating."
"It was nice to see Jo hanging out with your brother, " Emma said. "She and her boyfriend, Alan, decided to end it when he went off to college. Long distance relationships never last. I'm glad she has found someone so nice."
"Her last boyfriend was also a receiver on the football team. I guess Jo likes guys with good hands, " Jazmin said and giggled.
"Big dicks more likely," Sam said knowingly.
Giselle said, "Alan was nice and all, but I never could date him. His dad's my family doctor. Can you imagine getting undressed and examined by your boyfriend's father? Ewe!"
"Giselle darling," Sam said, "You are forgetting one big bonus that comes from dating a doctor's son."
"Money?"
"Pharmaceutical grade drugs," Sam answered.
Jo came in late. She said a quick hello, changed and then ran out to practice.
After Coach Troutman ran the girls through various drills, she said,
"Number 1 offense take the field against the number 1 defense. Wilson, play right forward today. Okay lots of hustle."
Troutman was worried. All of her forwards were right-footed. This was a problem because most through ball passes come from the center of the field. The outside strikers needed to catch the ball on their inside foot. If you were lucky enough to have a "lefty" on your team, you put her at right forward. This gave your team the ability to mount a strong attack from the right side of the field.
Left-footed players were rare so most high school coaches just accepted the fact that they will have trouble attacking from the right flank. Of course the opponents know this and they concentrate their defense in the center and the left side of the field.
Coach Troutman wondered, "The new kid, Jane, is good. Is her left foot good enough to give us a balanced attack? It's time to find out. I hope this works otherwise our attacks will be so predictable."
Jo fed Jane pass after pass and Jane put on a clinic. Jane was able to catch and control the ball effectively with her left foot. She also was capable of getting enough pace on her shots to score using her left foot. Jane drove the ball to the near post, the far post, high and low scoring seemingly at will.
Jo began mixing in passes to the left side to Sam. She also put the ball in the net. Joan then faked making a pass to the outside strikers and she took the shot. She too scored. The defense was totally confused. They were not used to seeing effective shots on goal from the left, right and center. They were helpless to stop the all-out assault.
"That's what I'm talking about! Great feed Lyon. Way to drive the ball with authority, Wilson. Good job. I think we are going to cause a lot of defenses problems this year. Okay hit the showers girls," Coach Troutman shouted dismissing the team.
Jane had never been happier. Practice could not have gone better. She met up with Jo in the locker- room.
"Jo, we made quite the duo today."
"Yes," Jo said flatly. She was hurrying to go home. Joan skipped the showers, turned her back to Jane and tried to dress quickly. Jane circled her. Jane was happy and excited and wanted to talk to Jo. When she finally got in front of Jo, Jane exclaimed,
"Jo . . .oh my! What happened to you? Where did you get those bruises? Is that a cigarette burn?"
Jo had a circular burn and bruises on thighs. Jo said,
"Ahh . . . I fell and I had an accident last night with a candle. Got to run. " Jo kissed Jane on the cheek and bolted out of locker room.
The week passed quickly with two practices a day for the twins. Jane and Jimmy were doing great. Their teams were shaping up. Evan was able to join the football team. He struggled because his injuries had prevented him from working out so he was not in football shape. The whole soccer team was nice to Jane. What a difference that made in Jane's life.
The only downside for Jane was she didn't have much time to be with Evan. They talked on the phone and saw each other after practice. They planned to go to a movie on Friday night. Saturday afternoon each team had a scrimmage. On Saturday night there was another big party scheduled.
Another thing that made the week better for the twins was that their father was home. They all enjoyed their time together as a family.
"Dad," Jane asked, "Do you think you will be around on Saturday? I have a game."
"Jane, you have a scrimmage and so do I," her brother corrected. "Why would he go see yours and not mine?"
"Because he loves me more," Jane teased. She threw a sofa pillow at Jimmy.
"I will go to both games. Hey, how about a cook-out on Friday night? Why don't you two invite a friend over, maybe the ones you talk to on the phone every night?"
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"Evan and Jo, this is my father, Colonel Wilson. Dad this is Evan and Joan Lyons," Jimmy said handling the introductions
Jo said, Hi." She batted her eyes and flipped her long blonde hair.
Evan said. "Nice to meet you Colonel. Thank you for your service."
Colonel Wilson shook hands with Evan. The teenager had a limp handshake and he didn't look Jane's dad in the eye. The Colonel gave Evan poor marks for his deportment. The Colonel said,
"Thank you, Evan. Tonight I'm just Jimmy and Jane's Dad. Are you two brother and sister?"
"Cousins," Evan replied.
"Why don't you kids have a seat. The grill's ready. Jane, can you bring out the hamburgers and hot dogs?"
"Sure, Dad."
"I'll give you a hand," Joan said.
