”Paul nodded. This was a lot for a nine-year-old to try and digest. But his father had something else to talk about.“What’s all this in the news...about Paula being your girlfriend? About the two of you living in the woods like the Blue Lagoon?”“Blue Lagoon? What’s that?”“ ... the news saying that Paul’s your boyfriend? Sometimes they even call him your, your lover.”It was an hour and a half later, and Paula was talking to her mother at the prison for women.“Yeah, he’s my boyfriend. Oh Mommy he’s. Amber looked back at me again and said, "Leave this to me." With that said she hopped up on the bed with him, lying on her side and facing him while rubbing her fingers through his thin white hair. Amber said, "Why don't you get some rest tonight Mr. Robertson and we can do this later, I will be more than happy to refund your quarter until then."This pissed him off, "You want me to sleep so you can rob me don't you, filthy whore?" No, no,"Amber pleaded, "I just want you to be full of energy to. She went on to say that they had partied with a swing couple they know, and Mark even let the guy suck his cock. She said it was a real turn on to watch her husband get sucked off by another guy.My face must have turned red because she then asked me if I thought that was weird or something. That’s when I told her that David had asked me if I would ever consider a threesome with another woman and would I maybe even enjoy a little girl/girl sex. I told her that the last time he brought this up, I. ‘No problem. I’ve the place to myself. Rachael’s away, some girl’s get-together with an old school friend.’ The lie had caused her a moment’s discomfort – but not sufficiently to deter. They chatted on the minutiae of their respective days throughout supper. As she loaded plates into the dishwasher, Alistair busied himself making coffee, finished and poured. As she finished, she’d casually said: ‘I’ll have mine upstairs. I just need to pack.’ In the bedroom, Rachael worked quickly, she’d.