Good old times. All of Dad’s relatives lived very near to each other, and we had aunts, uncles and cousins.However all was not rosy – firstly desp...te being of same ethnicity, mum was not well accepted in the family – you see, it was custom in those days for the parents to look for a suitable girl to marry their son – and dad having made his own choice made him some sort of pariah in the family. Mum was always the stranger. She could speak English and very limited creole/French. She never really. “Do you want me to leave?”I still had to keep him here but things were escalating fast. My eyes remained fixed on his crotch. “No...no. I think I...I think I need some more oil.” I quickly turned away and back on my belly so I couldn’t look at his big sex machine.My head was so light I didn’t even think of telling him to go back in the pool and get his trunks. I felt his hands on my hips and then his deep voice commanding me. “I did your back already Margo. I think I should do your. She sees the strip and clip of suspender white against her lightly tanned thigh where her stocking top does not reach.The aristocrat sits with palms gently rested in her lap. Caroline is entranced by her ease, the grace she casually displays as she goes about her — Well, goes about being Lady Dammartin. She tries to image a young Lady Dammartin fresh out of some continental finishing school, its lessons now the fabric of her soul. Caroline wishes someone had finished her before turning her out. "She laughed and said, "OK, you did it for the first time two weeks ago. You did it repeatedly since then. Now you're separated for a couple weeks. I'll just assume she'll be staying in your room." I just looked at her, and she cracked up. "Hey, I was 18 once, too, you know." Mom, you're all right." And so are you," she grinned. Then she got serious. "When I came home that day two summers ago, Brendan-well, let's just say I didn't think I'd ever be sitting next to you having a pleasant.