If I can persuade them that I have agirlfriend, it'll lead them further away from the truth..."Rebecca," I say, inwardly wondering why THAT name was t...e first tospring to mind. "Her name's Rebecca." Mum and dad both grin happy grinsand clap their hands at the new of my 'girlfriend'."Met through work?" Dad asks, to which I nod my head in response."Well don't let her keep you out too late either!" Mum laughs. "Andbring her round to meet us at some point!" Yeah... That's probably notgoing to. ‘Go away!’ he shouted. The shaking became a banging against the metal that made the very glass seem ready to give way. Vincent hurriedly made his way to the front door. He peered through the glass at the two men outside. ‘What do you want? We’re closed for the day,’ he told them through the barriers. He spoke slower, exaggerating his words to me sure they could make out what he was saying. ‘Come back tomorrow, yes? I’ll be glad to help you then.’ One of the men leaned in and spoke. He seemed to. "Of course they did dear, I was not going to let them fuck me," she answered, "despite all the liberty you've wanted me to take during the party, I doubt you would have been happy if I had done so!"It certainly had been a wonderful party and Shireen's sexual growth was clearly one of the benefits. As to whether or not I would have been delighted about her getting intimate with the two guys in a more sexual manner, I would find out later in. Not for these," she said, giving them each another squeeze. "Butyour shirt is billowy. And you'll have a sport jacket on too. No onewill even be able to tell."I wasn't so sure. But it was obvious Grace did not plan to loosen thestrings."I hope not," was all I could say."Here," she said. "Step into these," she directed me, as she stooped tohelp me into my trousers. The lightweight fabric hung loosely upon mylegs. Grace clipped them in front and helped me into my shirt. Shebuttoned it up.