‘One for a home studio for your photography sister,’Donna beamed.‘And the others, are a garden with statues from home of our goddesses and a spa...we can all use after a hard battle is fought.’ Diana finished with a flourish, opening a sliding door to reveal and small oasis in the city.Artemis and Donna both rushed over to look and found themselves staring at a garden not to dissimilar from home. Tall tree, stone paths with the gentle flow of a round pond at the end. To their left was a spa of. "Yes it is. It was the mail boat for years. It went from island to island with mail and supplies ordered through the ships mail service. Anything, right down to a live chicken, can be ordered through the mail service for the islands. I never did understand, if it was a government or a private service. All I am sure of is they call it the island mail boat. At least they did before they bought a new one. This one is now leased to people who want to carry things themselves. Sometimes a tramp. So often she had to forgo out with her madam because she lived near to house of uncle to do make for marriages of girls. Sometimes it would be far and would not come home for 1 or 2 days. But my story takes place when my cousin had gone to her grandmother's(mother's mother) house for a week. Basically the story I am narrating is of me, my uncle & my aunt(Uncle - my mother's big brother). So now to the story, let me first describe about my aunt a stunning beauty still in her 30's. (she got. ..ahem....get on with it." Her face was a picture as she grinned and winked at me."Ok, I'll....ahem (cough)....ring you later." I gulped as Marie cupped my bollocks from behind.Still grinning Debra gave me a little wave then turned to leave.As she turned the handle she stopped dead in her tracks."But.....Marie's car is on the drive." She slowly exhaled as she turned to face me; her face suddenly breaking into a mischievous grin. Not knowing what to say I pulled a face like a naughty schoolboy.