It also made me feel more secure knowing that my dad was keeping an eye on things.Now before you think of me as being totally naïve, of course I knew...he also enjoyed watching us and often he would masturbate afterwards. As my mom often reminded me in such circumstances, my dad was also a man and had the same reactions any other man would have seeing two teenagers fucking in bed, even if the girl was his own daughter. Indeed, I would have far more worried if he DIDN’T get turned on!From. I don't speak their colloquial shorthand for Highway events, and I clearly don't share their intense interest for anything happening on The Highway, and nothing off of it.The only times I've tuned into the 24-hour Highway coverage channels have been in the days leading up to each of my trips here. As for the regulars, I find them rather cliquish and standoffish, as though too much close contact with someone like me might contaminate them with ideas that there's more to this world than a few. Bill didn't even know theywere going anywhere until they had driven out onto the airfield via aprivate gate, and then they were boarding a private jet and away theywent. Bill never even saw his passport. Casey was already on theaircraft, and so Bill had someone to chat too during the long flight,but he was kept in the dark where they were even going or why. And thenwhen they arrived, they took Bill strait to a clinic, where he wasrequired to read a couple paragraphs of written txt in front. I could not believe it. I was caught out, finished, kaputand metaphorically dead in the water.The pain and humiliation of it all; I just wanted the floor to open upand swallow me.A door opened and a woman with a nurse's uniform came in, closelyfollowed by Miss Prendergast."Hello dear, how are you feeling?" said the nurse kindly."Er, um, fine thank you."She checked my forehead and pulse as Miss P twittered around looking allflustered."You'll live, said the nurse sympathetically. "Just lie here.