He had been gone most of the time, and filled in her loneliness with gifts. What she wanted though, was him....just to have her father to hug and kiss... and love her when she needed him. God, why do things have to be this way?She made eye contact with him, and since she was sitting alone, indicated in a very tacit way that she would not mind at all if he should choose to sit with her. After all, the other booths were occupied by couples or other guys.She was so expert at conveying her desires. But she didn’t let go of his arm this time. She was quite possessive, in fact, even when it turned out that Jennifer and Candy had, indeed, found a couple of young men at the roadhouse and were at the picnic with those men. They were a little shameless about it too, which drew the attention of Ethyl, Gladys and their gaggle of stern-faced friends.That only lasted until Agatha Roberts showed up. One of her arms was linked through that of the man walking beside her, and the other was burdened. “What’s wrong Cal?” her mother asked her.“I don’t like this song,” she said, tartly.“But it’s always been one of your favourites,” her Mum replied.“Well it’s not now,” she said firmly this time, then lapsed into silence.It was another four songs before Cal started singing again, Girl from Ipanema this time.A couple of minutes after that we were on the M62 approaching Birch Services when Cal spoke for the first time on the journey.“Uncle James, could you pull into the services please?”Dad did as. Dirty...little...brat," as Ryan's spunk splattered her legs.Ryan's bottom was now glowing but Gina spanked him some more and he just lay there and took it before she decided to stop."Go and get a flannel to clean my thighs, you filthy beast," she ordered as she let her son get off her lap.Ryan was red-faced and wild-eyed as he struggled up and rubbed his spanked arse before shuffling to the kitchen, with his trousers and pants at his ankles, to get a flannel. He returned, sobbing slightly, and.