She swam over to the other side of the pool, her father's eyes staring at her blankly.Brad watched his daughter pull herself out of the pool, her back...to him, and watched as the water dripped down her young body and trickled onto the ground at her feet. She was wearing an old light-blue bikini of hers, and Brad found himself staring at her bare backside as she let the warm sun dry her. He ran his eyes down her body, from her exposed nape, down her smooth back, and found himself staring at her. But they looked all the part of the wealthy people they were. Gloria was in a gold-toned gown that was flashy but not gaudy and the jewels that adorned her neck shimmered like strands of glistening stars. Dominic looked like an older version of Jeffrey. He still appeared virile, strong and masculine despite the gray flecks that were invading his brown hair. In her minds eye Belle could see both of them as they might have looked in their youth. They were a striking couple. She was more nervous. James was hosting a party and they were known for being pretty wild. This time he was having a contest with the prize being two awesome crowns for the pair that won. Basically the guy got paired up with a girl, and the goal was for the girl to make the guy cum. The guy who came first along with his girl were the winners. Everybody who was competing got blindfolded, and James' parents would pick two names at a time randomly out of a hat. They started doing this and when everyone was finally. ‘Where’s my Jiggy? I just can’t wait to talk with him, and see him read something!’‘Dad,’ the young lad says, ‘I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Jiggy was in the living room, kicked back in the recliner, reading the Cape Breton Post. Then he suddenly turned to me and asked, ‘So, is your daddy still messing around with that little redhead working in the bakery at the grocery store?’’ The father groans and whispers, ‘I hope you shot that son of a bitch.