She wore conventional jeans at times but could easily wear all styles and tonight she was wearing low-cut hip-huggers.Her tee-shirt had come up in the...struggle and was above her navel as I decided how to handle the situation. I was going to make it sting. Make it sting the way her Dad should have possibly done years earlier. My first effort had to bare her bottom and so I moved my hands to the top button.My fingers touched her bare tummy just as she tried to bite me. My jeans are tight too and. I stand up, my legs buckle, and I strain to stay upright. The pain is almost unbearable as I run shakily into the sea, enjoying the feel of water cooling my legs and swirling around me. I look down at myself, and realise for the first time how ragged my clothes are And how alone I am… I staggered backwards and sat back on the sandy bank, my head spinning. Slowly, i began to remember what happened that night: My mum, younger sister Rebecca, and me boarded the ship in Dover. It was a cruise that. I knew that I wasn't ever her favourite person. Because she didn't like my wandering ways when it came to women and on occasions, she had been quite vocal on the subject. Damn we'd had some right old set-to's on the subject.She came from a strict Catholic background, her parents kept her on a tight rein and she had a strict curfew. Jerry appeared to be besotted with her when he was with her. But when she wasn't around, he would always seem to be on the prowl for a bit of spare.I think they were. "We've danced around this forever. So before we head out, you're going to see what I've got. Are you OK with that?"Derrick smiled up at her. She was right. They had become much better friends in the past months, but even though no one else thought a thing of popping their boobs or pussy out in front of anyone else, Rachelle and Mary always got dressed whenever Adam was around.Derrick had to admit that Destiny was a good dancer. If things didn't work out with Subarctic (and college), she would.