" Presley said cheerfully and watched her father disappear into the storage room and come back with a bottle of red wine. He brought out two large win... glasses, opened the bottle, and poured each one of them a glass."Cheers." Tom said, clinking his glass to his daughter's. They both took a sip, then Tom grabbed the steaks and walked back outside, wineglass in hand.Presley and her father talked and laughed around the dinner table. It was a nice meal, just the two of them, father and daughter. .Not surprisingly the snatch team wasn't keen on having a stranger, and a beginner at that, along but Clegg had been pretty insistent when he called them and told them I'd be joining them.A week later I was sitting in the passenger seat of a non-descript van as we pulled up at a garage. It was a quarter to midnight, it was dark; we were the only vehicle on the forecourt.The driver turned to me. "Just don't fucking foul this up, we've been setting this one up for ages," he said conversationally.. . }III's reaction was only to gaze at the fluff ball sitting on the balustrade. Berryl's reaction was flight or fight and the spider had to leap up the hand rail to avoid the crushing hand. II caught the emotions, deserted his father to retrieve the situation, calmed his mother and assured his escort that she was safe. TJ II gathered up his son, allowed his friend to sit on the other shoulder, politely requested his mother to join her husband and son in the den where all would be. His flabby chest had developed small, girlishbreasts, as well. It wasn't that he was particularly fat; he wasn't.He just didn't have the kind of body most boys had. With Tanya,however, he felt more comfortable because she, too, was fat and likelywould not notice his sorry physique.Even though Donald was tempted to put on the lacy panty, he chose theother one, more to hide the fact that he was truly enthused aboutdressing up like a girl. He didn't want to appear to be too eager."Good, I have.