The morning was finally here. I got dressed as normal, had my breakfast and got in the car. My heart was beating through my chest. Me and Carrie chatt...d as normal while I drove.I drove for another hour to get to Jules and Sarah's house. I parked up and knocked at the door. Julie came to the door in one of the shortest skirts I'd ever seen. She opened the door and I went in. She threw her arms around me and kissed me deeply on the lips. I grabbed her arse, geez, it felt so good. I lifted her. Then he introduced me and used me for bait. “We, um, are going to the Pub St. Germain around the corner so, uh, Ashley can have a milkshake, would you, um, want to join us? Maybe, um, tell Ashley about Paris?” Smooth, that’s my dad. I was a well-behaved daughter. I let her buy me the milkshake when she learned my seventeenth birthday had been the week before. I pretended to be interested in how she studied at Cornell and lived somewhere in New York a bunch of years ago before moving back to. "Well, first," I was struggling to find my thoughts and explain it in a way that might make some sense to her, "I'm your boyfriend and don't even send me pictures." Oh!" she said, "I'm sorry, I never thought of that. Here you go."I heard my phone beep in the other room."So you're okay now?" she smiled."No," I stammered, "you're sending nude pictures to other guys!"Elise rolled her eyes, "They're not nude. Just some boob pics. I thought we agreed that seeing my boobs was no big deal. How is this. Poor Daisy was relegated to a doggy hotel for the interim. I hoped that she wouldn't be returned to me in a family way.The cruise was quite nice, if boring. The crew were friendly and the other passengers didn't get up my nose once the novelty wore off. The food was simple and well prepared, but for an adult cruise there certainly was a lot of real-estate aboard ship devoted to keeping kids entertained. I was disgusted. I spent a week on the prowl and came back with nothing but a sunburn. Fuck.