As we approach the meeting spot she is telling me over and over, "I can't believe I'm doing this" and, "what has gotten into me? — I must be crazy!"...Cindy is wearing a cute bikini top and just a yellow sarong on the bottom that barely covers her ass. I get quick peaks of her perfect cheeks when the wind blows as I walk behind her. She almost chickens out. But there he is - smiling and waving - wearing a little blue thong bathing suit. She stops and says to me "OMG, there he is. He's wearing so. I NEVER will hurt Alex deliberately, because he has saved my life and my family’s life. More than that, he has given me a reason to keep living. It is a sad thing to be rejected by one’s family, and altogether another to be effectively disowned by one’s blood, and then to the point where they intend to use your pain, suffering and death to forward some twisted design of their own. When I was on that foul ship, I felt my soul slipping away. All I had left to live for was to do what I could to. . I hope you had... a good time."The blonde girl was too stunned to speak. Her alcohol-drugged mind spun with feelings of jealousy and confusion, as she imagined that her mother had taken her private lover away from her, just like she had always imagined that her dates would have rather spent their time with the older woman. But at the same time, now, the teenager felt a stab of pure, burning lust shooting through her tingling young flesh, lust that was inspired by the rocking, exploding orgasm. The guard looked at them as if they were trying to get in the country illegally or in this instance on the estate under false pretenses. Of course, in their case, that was true. They had no intention of attending the open house. They had no intention of buying Mr. Mozilo’s mansion. Jennifer hoped that Angelo Mozilo would be there supervising or giving personal tours of his estate. A longshot but worth a try, armed with her cliché in mind, nothing ventured, nothing gained, she was hoping to get.