Reacting on instinct, I spun around, accidentally slapping her across the face. Uh-oh! I thought as we stood there, both unsure how to react. When she...finally did respond to my accidental assault, I saw daggers shoot from her eyes. It was an accident, I tried to explain. Shut up! was her response as she spun me around. I heard metal clicking against metal and, moments later, my hands were cuffed behind my back. Before I could ever realize what was going on, she yet again spun me around. I. She and I were dressed just right for the occasion.she in a very short denim skirt ,vest top and flip flaps.I in shorts and T-Shirt.I know she was looking hot cos as she walked past a hotel earlier all the lads on the balconies were whistling and cheering.Under her skirt she wore a lacy white thong(same shown in my photo album.)We reached the beach anyway.It was late after all the clubs and bars had emptied..There were a lot of people around though.We walked hand in hand along the beach and. ‘What? No, I don’t hate you. What would ever make you think that?’ She looked over at Cindy. ‘Why else would you start hooking up with a waitress that works for me and throw it in my face.’ I sat there trying to process that and then looked down, feeling sheepish. ‘I’m sorry. That was not my intention. She’s just a beautiful woman and I was attracted to her. It had nothing to do with you and I certainly wasn’t trying to throw it into your face. We didn’t mean to be obvious. You didn’t want. On the one hand she wouldn't have any time alone but, on the other hand, he would probably have more sympathy for her than her father would."So if I'm getting this right, over the next week Paul is going to have more control over me than I do?"Paul started to say something and then caught himself. It wasn't his place to say.She already knew that was the case but she wanted to hear it from her father. She knew the idea didn't sound good but she couldn't help but feel strange. Not bad, it was.