I reached out and gently stroked her arm."This is still your fantasy, Becky," I said. "I can do whatever youwant." I've wanted this my whole life. I'v... dreamt about nothing else, youknow? And now it's here I just..."I held my finger up to her lips."Now its here. I'm your fantasy. Right now. I promise I won't hurt you. Ipromise I'll be gentle, and I promise it will be special. I promise totreat you like a princess. This isn't a job for me Becky. I really likeyou."Maybe the last was too much.. "I wait for Jens to interrupt but when she doesn't I resume, "So, if we can find these sex traffickers, we will probably find Ben."Jens finally comes to her senses and apologizes...Son of a sea biscuit! I feel terrible now for my actions toward Miranda, however I'm still not ready to forgive the two brats who burnt down the cabin.I apologize to everyone, "Sorry about my attitude towards Miranda..."Daddy (since he's now not around the bad influence of Hammer and speaks real English again). My wife looked stunning, she was wearing a black rap around dress, it was something I'd seen before, but not like this. It was open at the top showing her big tits off, it had been pulled up under the belt at the front and then arranged so the front opened showing her legs off when she walked, her feet were in her highest heels, she looked fantastic, and very embarrassed!I asked what everybody wanted to drink, " no I'll buy these" said Roger jo went to sit down" I'll buy it but you can go and. However, nobody minded me; notthe receptionist who had checked me in the day before, or the OldDuffer with the newspaper who had conversed with me about the rugby inthe bar after dinner. Then a tall, ginger lass, covered in freckles andwith a Liverpool accent I couldn't get to grips with wandered in fromoutside. Her name was Lizzie and she'd been serving me behind the barlast night; from her glow and running kit she'd been enjoying a runaround the lanes. She said hello to the receptionist,.