She then lay next to my side, cuddling me until we all fell asleep.Over breakfast the next morning; Lori asked me how I felt about just reading that s...ory to the two of them.“I’m far more comfortable reading it that I would be acting some of those scenes out,” I said to her. “I guess I’m not that much into the humiliation and submission side of all that stuff.”“I might have a suggestion for us tonight,” she said.That night as we got into bed, before I could open the book, Lori made her. I smiled and waved at her. She shook her head no. I knew why she was upset. She didn't want me to be friends with Carrie. I turned back around to await the final name for cabin 4.The coach called, "And Amber Ryans."I got assigned to a cabin with the bitchest of them all-my obnoxious, snobby cousin Amber. The worst thing that could ever happened. On our way to our cabin, all she did was complain."I've gotta talk to the coaches and find out when we're going to get first-class cabins with luxury. It is perfect for small boats and PWCs which are always buzzing up and down the lake. My red seadoo is lots of fun and can hit 55 mph under the right conditions. On a hot day, it is great feeling the cool spray as the boat bounces off the waves. A friend down the lake has a daughter, Jackie, that at 27, is half my age. I had watched her grow up into a beautiful young woman and despite the age difference we had teased each other for many years. She always wore tight cut off jeans which. “That might be because Edgar modelled it for his princess.” “You have a daughter?” “Yes, her name’s Amy. She has to be about your age. It’s a pity you never met. She’s twenty-three.” Carol bit her lip while she stowed away her clothes in the dark wooden wardrobe, wondering if she should ask the question. But she was curious now. “She’s not coming here for Christmas?” “Not this year. She lives with her husband in Australia. They visit us over the holidays every other year though.” * They had.