Back in around 1999, I was 22 years old. I was dating a girl, Amanda, who was 19 years old. One Sunday afternoon, we were going to go to dinner with her older sister, Lisa, and her husband, Mike. We lived in a very small town with almost nowhere nice to eat, so we decided to travel about 30 miles to the next larger town. We had a nice dinner and it was still really early, about 6:30 or 7:00pm, so we decided to stop by Lisa and Amanda’s father’s place to visit him and their half sisters for a while. Their dad, Randy Mitchell, was a single parent raising the other 2 half sisters on his own.
One sister was about 11 years old. I don’t recall her name. Rhiannon was the other sister. She was around 15 years old. They lived in a run down mobile home park on the south side of town. When we got there, the girls were both outside hanging out with their friends down the street.
We went in and chatted with Amanda and Lisa’s father for quite a while. Our conversation was abruptly interrupted by the loud knocking on the front screen door by two teenage girls. Randy jumped up and answered the door.
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