I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and followed her. After running through the rain myself, I knocked on the guest house door. She opened the door, ...er curly, now wet hair now completely down and covering the shoulders of her wet T-shirt. I couldn't help but see her nipples pushing out of her wet shirt. My hand presented the towel to her, but instead of simply giving it to her, I found myself wrapping the towel around her wet body. All of a sudden, my arms were wrapped around her, and our. I didn't meet anyone in the restaurant and that was fine as well. I went back to the room to answer my messages. I sent the kids emails with details of my day's travel. I did leave out the last few hours with Lucy, but I covered about everything else.Since I couldn't do anything until I got the Sprint back, I slept in. After I was completely slept out, I stayed in the bed anyway. I did answer my phone when it rang. The call was from the Honda dealer. My bike was ready for pickup.Since the Tomos. "I'm sorry," she said softly."So am I mum."I still had an arm around her waist, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to kiss her again, she made a funny little noise in her throat as our mouths opened and locked together."Oh Danny." she breathed into my mouth. "We mustn't." No," I whispered. "You're right mum." but we kissed again, and this time I tasted her tongue as it snaked between my teeth."You've no idea how many times I dreamt of doing that mum." Me too darling" she whispered. I kind of wished I’d never put the pants on at all. They didn’t help. I felt a little embarrassed for clinging to them so.I thought about how I’d been talked into this dairy job and accepted reluctantly only because summer work was hard to find. I was sacrificed for some reason? Maybe sold down river for some unknown reason by my father?It relentlessly seemed more and more like this whole dairy thing had been planned purposely for me to be enslaved. My older father was old fashioned and likely.