Love always-Johanna"That's good news," I told Terri."Oh, yes! She promised she'd play her flute with us."I smiled. "Terri, me playing my recorder with...Johanna is like putting a tricycle on a NASCAR track." I know," the little blonde thing said. "But we ARE getting better." I wish my fingers learned as fast as my brain did," I said."It's like that," Terri affirmed. "One of the reasons Dad thinks it's good that I learn to play." That's what Mizz Beck says too," I added. "You, me and Rache after. You've been told that I am a voyeur at heart, and that I see you when you sleep and know when you're awake, but you find that thought comforting. After all, I know you better than any any other man could possibly know you, for every time you sit on my lap, you give me a piece of yourself. And, yes, I do know when you are good, and when you are bad. I know all of your secrets. Every time you tell a lie, I know. Every time you touch yourself, touch someone else, or someone else touches you, I. It felt like it would explode before it was even touched. I looked Sara in the eyes and asked if she was sure she wanted to do this. She had broken up with her boyfriend a week ago and I did not want to start something that was not going to get finished. To answer my question, Sara sat up, straddling me and untied the belt of her robe. Tossing her head to clear her long hair from her face, she slowly slid the robe off. Underneath she was wearing a short satin nightie, crimson. As she moved to. “What did you tell your father?” he asked.“He’s my father,” she said. “That’s all you need to know.”He didn’t ask anymore. They drove on smoothly and surely, without much more to say. Kat believed that he must have been enjoying her car, which overruled any desire to press his luck to learn what she had indeed said. They ended up at the beach at a high end luxury restaurant overlooking the water. While her father paid his employees well, especially the higher ups, he didn’t pay them enough to.