Danny was kind of a male groupie."I looked at her, mustering all the empathy I could summon, my silence inviting her to go on."I mean, he wasn't a gro...pie in the way you might think. He didn't walk up to me and start bragging about his sexual talents, or anything like that. He used to hang around at a lot of our shows early on, before Eileen got involved. I now think his fascination with us was the fact that we had two girls who were front and center most of the time. But I was more receptive. That's probably why it clicked between us." Well, he can be as great as whatever, but today, I will only have eyes for you," Sandra said, to get their minds off of Erik and back to more pleasant things between her and Veronique. And it worked, because Veronique looked Sandra in the eyes and smiled.While they waited for Shirley's sister and her two boys to arrive, Charles, Erik and Shirley had a nice talk with each other, while Sandra and Veronique went lying on the beach chairs at the badminton. Trying to become part of the act she bent one of her legs, stroking her foot along his back and side. His hand came down lifting her leg more, his head turning to press his lips just above her knee, then let go, returning to her stomach. She groaned as the sharp point of the scissors went up her side, only to shiver as she felt one of the upper straps fall loose. His teeth grasped the cloth pulling it to the side, Lifting her hips again he snipped the same band from underneath, disposing of it.. “Max, Do you know anything about a woman in a white dress that hangs out at this cemetery? She has a Scottish accent.”“Who’s been telling you about Annie Wentworth? I thought that old tale had been laid to rest. What did you want to know?” He had a strange, almost guilty look about him.“Well, anything you can tell me,” I didn’t want to seem too eager. I waited while he collected his thoughts.“Well, it’s really a tragic story. Sir William Wentworth came to this country in the early eighteen.