''You're joking!' said Cathy.I shook my head. 'No.''Look, let's go up to your room and we'll help, won't we, Daniella, ' said Holly.Cathy stared at ea...h of them in turn. 'You're mad, you know. And I must be mad to be considering the suggestion.''Oh, good. Come on then, ' said Daniella, tugging at her mother's arm with one hand, mine with her other.'But... ' said Cathy, then gave up. 'Oh, well. I don't suppose it will make much difference.''Attagirl, ' said Daniella.We went upstairs to Cathy's. Then she fell asleep.My cock throbbed as I too fell asleep. First Week -- SaturdayIn the morning when I woke up I was still rigid. As I often didevery Saturday when I got up first, I fixed Darla's breakfast andbrought it to her in bed. She opened her eyes and saw the traystraight away and then my cock underneath jutting toward her likea hot dog in a bun, and she looked amused. I set the tray down,and she reached into a bedside drawer, took up a pair of manicurescissors, snipped off the plastic. When Neeka got back, carrying a garment bag, Bambi and I were sitting at the desk, poring over the manual for the radio. We had managed to get it turned on, and were listening to the general channel to get a feel for how it was used and how people sounded. I was surprised at the clarity of the voices that we heard. I had expected a lot of static and garbled messages, but there was none of that. I had also expected a lot more formality and use of 'Roger' and 'Over' and that sort of thing, but. George’s dad might be rich, but he didn’t get that way by wasting money, and he had taught George that concept at a pretty young age.All the tables were taken on the upper deck, but not in the lounge, so they went in there. Seated in the lounge was the Roberts family and Miguel, also enjoying their late over-slept breakfast.“Hi,” said George with a smile.Sharon and Miguel both looked at the group and noticed they were an interesting mix. The greeting man with the Van Dyke beard looked like a.