‘Mrs Seagram?’ ‘That is me,’ she agreed in the precise accent of an Edinburgh Scot, ‘Clarrie rang to say you would be along. Let me show you...your room.’ The room was in fact a small two roomed timber cottage, Harry guessed a converted old timber getters cottage, it consisted of a kitchen /sitting room and a bedroom. ‘I understood there were two of you.’ ‘There are but Freddy, she’s still in the ute…she fell asleep as we left the car park, she’s exhausted. ‘Then you had better bring her in and. When I asked him if he had any extra credit I could do to catch up on the class I missed, it came out sounding like a proposition. I tried to swallow the thought before it came out of my mouth, but I didn’t. It hung there in the air, while I waited for his answer. He finally told me that there was nothing I could do about the missed class but he thought a punishment was in order. I swear there was an audible gasp and a searing bolt of lightening that went to my core. I felt like a little school. Susan’s trembling had subsided a bit, but returned almost immediately when she saw Peter as he picked up the face cloth, and was looking directly at Susan as she once again raised her head to view what was going on. He immersed the cloth in the basin of hot water,then lifted it out, wringing the cloth and removing most of the water. Susan could see that the face cloth was now steaming, as Peter opened it. He placed it carefully over her sex, covering the stubble that once was her pubic hair and. "I look at her and she lifts her brow just slightly, then makes her chocolate eyes shift to the side of me aiming for my bedroom door."Stop it," I yelp softly."Well, you think he is into you anyway. Might as well try something before you're... only coming to visit us every other year," she laughs softly."He's my dad, you nympho," I screech as softly as possible, glaring at her."That doesn't matter, he's hot as hell, and has the body of a Greek god. I wish I could have had the opportunity for.