‘Mr. Harris?’ Peggy asked hopefully. ‘Yes, but please call me Paul and I guess you must be lovely Ms. Sanford. Come in,’ Paul replied as he st...pped to the side. ‘Yes, but please call me Peggy,’ Peggy replied. Peggy walked halfway into the suite and stopped. Her attention was immediately drawn to the floor to ceiling glass wall. She could see the lights of several boats off in the distance. ‘This is a lovely view you have there,’ Peggy said as she turned her head back toward Paul. ‘Yes it is a. I mean, it’s only natural for a guy to get hard when a girl goes to extremes to get him aroused. But he did admit that he was turned on and actually wanted to have sex with you and that’s why I asked you here today.” “What do you mean?” Tara asked, a little confused. “Well,” Amy continued, “I decided that if I let him fuck you with my approval that the appeal and curiosity for both of you about it would be satisfied and that would be the end of it. So, if I let him fuck you today, will you. ” The voice suggested politely.“Okay, do that for me.” I wished.“The next thing I knew I was back on the battlefield in a tangle of dead bodies, dead horses. Everybody slashing, and stabbing, and generally butchering anything that walked, talked, or even slithered on the battlefield around us. I remember screaming at the top of my lungs ... no ... no ... not there ... not there ... God ... not there ... Over and over. Needless to say, I was soon back to the, what I was now calling “the Map. ”We got lucky with the weather being, if not warm, at least not cold and also not windy. That meant that various groupings of girls and parents could keep Dad company at various times at and near the grill on the deck where the usual wide-ranging discussion happened. One or more of us girls had to run any gofer tasks for Dad, of course. At one point, Charlize was standing next to me when she put her arm around my waist. I looked at her, and she gave a barely detectable shrug of her shoulders. I.