“Karen suggested I ask you out for a coffee.”“And Jake suggested I ask you out for a coffee too. I think my son and Karen are trying to play mat...hmakers and I agree,” Wendy smiled, taking another sip.“Jake just wants you to be happy.”“Believe me, I am very happy,” she said, leaning her head against his right shoulder. She took his right hand in her left, crossing her shapely legs. He squeezed her hand, smiling at her. Her blouse still showed off enough tit to be inviting without being too. I wondered, "The wars in the middle east, the national debt, an earthquake in Indonesia and one more terror group. When was the last time that there was any good news for us?"Fifteen minutes later, Brianna came in and asked, "Will you get me three ounces of red wine?"I went to the refrigerator and reopened the bottle I had been keeping. I poured out three ounces. She kissed my cheek, "Thanks, Dad."A few minutes later, Cathy came to get me. "Mr. Edwards, Brianna says dinner is served."I went to. I thought being responsible and proper was how a good girl acted. After reading the book and talking with Christine, I'm not so sure anymore." "What do you have in mind?" I stammered. "Well, as you see, I'm wearing makeup and had Christine do my hair." "That's a great start. Simone. You look wonderful." "Thank you Alex. The other thing is that I thought of you as Christian and me as Anastasia once I got into the story, but I wouldn't want to be tied up or try those whips." "So how do you. I mean it mum you look good still. It was then I now realised I was flirting with her, she gave it one of those silly stop it and tap me on the shoulder, I noticed her other hand was resting on my knee as well. We began flirting and I couldn’t help but compliment her, which she was loving, giggling and taking them all in. I then started asking her what she had been up to here already. I can’t tell my son what I’ve been doing here she said, I joked back well let’s be honest it can’t be worse.