"Nothing Daddy," Michelle lied sweetly. "Just some girl talk, nothing you'd be interested in." I doubt that," Rick replied with an evil grin. "Can I t...lk to you in my room for a minute?" Rick requested. Michelle looked at her friend apologetically and followed her stepdad into the hallway and into his room. He closed the door after she entered. "What were you an Kristen doing in your room," Rick asked her. "And don't lie to me." I'm so sorry Daddy. We were just fooling around. Experimenting,. "Don't worry Donna," I re-assured, "but we have other things to discuss, ok." she just nodded. "Good," I said, "later, if things take off for you, I will suggest you get your own manager, but for now I'll do that for you, ok. Right as your agent and Manager, I will get ten percent of your gross income from any work I get you, and from all other work too." Yes, ok," she agreed."Now I think you pretty but probably too good for page three work," I said, "what do you think?" I don't know if I could. I had a clear view of her as she sat during takeoff. The gorgeous view of her legs sheathed in coffee toned nylons sure beat the scenery outside. As she crossed her legs and recrossed them, I could almost hear the distinct sound of nylons. There were many tantalizing views of her stockings as her dress rode up enough to provide glimpses up her thighs. In the middle of the short flight, she came down the aisle serving juice, soda, and water. As she approached me, the plane must have hit an air. Chapter 3: The TripThe trip got off to an uneventful start. Nothing happened on the plane, in Toronto, on the train, in Montreal, on the first bus trip, or in New York City, which was anything other than a couple of people in the prime of their golden years traveling together. We held hands now and then, and exchanged rather chaste hugs and kisses. Well, there were a few more steamy moments, but I never once felt the need to push Ron away, or slap his face, like I sometimes needed to do when I.