How warm she felt. How soft she felt. I felt my own arousal begin to stir. Her hands found the tail of my pullover and walked it up my back. I wrestle... the shirt over my shoulders and tossed it with her blouse on the ground. We kissed as I held her to me. My fingers found her skirt zipper. I undid it slowly. She wiggled it off her hips, then stepped out of it. I cupped her behind and held her to me. I looked down into her eyes. I nibbled at her lips. The world of concrete and steel, of finance. Whatever it was went sailing off to her right rear, and she let out a shriek that I could have recorded and sold to a Halloween spook house for good money.She sprang up and began dusting the seat of her shorts, only to cry out again, this time more quietly as she jerked her hands around to look at them."DADDY!"She had landed on a small, low bush containing a cross between peppercorns and porcupines. The seat of her shorts was covered with them, except where her left hand had pulled a swath away. Lucky lady.We arose and had a shower together. Heather put on my towelling gown and I dressed in shorts and tee shirt. We entered the kitchen, then I realised I needed to shop. I suggested breakfast at the shack. I changed to better clothes and put on my swimmers. Grabbing a few beach towels. Heather put on her dress only and I drove Heather to her house sitting place. There she put on a bikini and summer dress together with sandals. There was a message on the answering machine advising they. I turned my attention to the smaller of the first two guards that I had taken. I wanted to learn his name now that I had six of them to deal with. Hey, you’s—might be problematic in a firefight.“What’s your name,” I demanded as I pointed at him.“Drew Campbell,” he replied as he reflexively gave me a salute.“Okay, Drew, you’re going to be my main man out of the guys from down here. First, I need to know if anyone else can listen in on us or see us from any hidden cameras that might be.