Ilooked up the local escort sight to see if my favoritet-girl was in town working. Yes she was. I called herto see if I could get an appointment. She ...nswered hercell phone and told me she was busy running taking careof a few things and wouldn’t be home for a few hours.“Why don’t you meet me at Willy’s Club at 7:00 tonight?They have a great female impersonator show every Fridaynight.”It sounded different so I got directions to the cluband planned to meet her. At least there my feet would be on dry land.Stuffing my hands into my pockets I turned and watched the nearest boat begin to pull up it's nets. Yep, big difference that change made for me. In the Army you still struggled. Except there it was to stay alive. And as for the dry land part, well who knew I'd be walking in rice paddies along the Thai and Cambodian border at the end of the war. So much for being a kid and thinking you knew it all.My instincts had kept me alive then, but why were they. Steve, ignoring his naked and erect state, ran out into the back yard and collected the microphone. Then, after collecting the cameras and some lights he rushed back to his sister's room. God, he thought as he stopped to stroke his throbbing cock every few minutes, this is going to be fucking great.When Steve re-entered Carla's room he found Fran dressed in his sister's favorite nightgown. Lying on the bed with her back to the door and the pillow hiding her hair, Fran looked very much like. One minute she was an angelic girl-next-door, talking about exams and homework, the next a seductress, teasing him to distraction. George had to keep busily reminding himself that she was also his stepdaughter and he wasn't supposed to have such feelings.Later, as he curled up on the sofa to watch some TV before bed, Lucy stretched out on her belly on the floor below, weight resting on her elbows and flicking absent-mindedly through a magazine. Inevitably, George's attention was distracted from.