Probably trying to unload his quota of religious pamphlets, Allen thought."You must be Mr Keith," the man said."Yes... ," Allen answered, cocking his ...ead, "And you're..." My name is Grant," the man said, extending his hand for Allen to shake. "Grant Blaine. Your wife and my daughter are good friends." You're Daphne's father?" That I am." Well, come in. How may I help you?" Actually, you and your wife can join me for dinner. I've moved into town, staying with my daughter, and I'm trying to get. Or at least it seems the person I had become. She was different too. Five and a half years had changed her from a spoiled child to an exciting and mature woman. Even our love-making was better ... slower, less frantic ... like people who now have all the time in the world.Carolyn, ever gracious, had resolved our dilemma with her customary grace and level headedness. She had made me feel special and preserved our close friendship. In fact sometime during the party we found ourselves alone for a. .............................................................!!!!!!!!Valerie stood around 170cm, in her early twenties and looked to have a nice full figure. Possibly carrying a pair of thirty seven inch puppies from the way they moved around in her yellow, floral pattern dress. They sat high on her chest and I could not see any telltale strap from a bra. I thought to myself, “Hello !!, that's a good start !”. A slim waist and huggable hips led down to a very nice pair of legs, if the light. "No, I'll honor the bet." Having said all she was going to say, Jill dove into the cool water of the pool.Roger laughed and said; "There it's settled." Then he dove into the pool. I sat the drinks down on the table and joined the swimmers. The three of us swam, drank and frolicked in the water. We had a blast. Whatever Jill was embarrassed about appeared to be forgotten.As we drove home from Roger's at about nine that night, I inquired about the wager. Our lives changed at that moment."Well are.