We had a great time but didn’t get back here until after 2:00. And you were sleeping just like the angle you are.” Mom said with a chuckle.Dad was...looking at me with a weird smirk on his face, “Take off your top Sara.”I put my arms around my chest to somehow protect myself from what he somehow knew was under my blouse. “No Dad, don’t be ridiculous.”“Bob, what are you talking about?”“Sara, take off your fucking top, now.”With tears beginning to flow, I pulled it over my head, holding my arms. “Yeah,” I grunted, reduced to primitive, guttural expression. Reaching down, I palmed her breasts, feeling the small, firm nipples press against my hands. The girl groaned and thrust her chest forward. I concentrated on her thickening nipples, rolling both lightly. A slight whimper preceded another moan, this one longer and lower. Without warning, the mousy haired girl moved my hands from her breasts to her head. She winked, reached forward, and after a little awkward fumbling, pulled my. Spluttering, she broke the surface of the water just in time to see the bright gay lights of the ship moving away from her. Apparently no one in the ship saw the two women go overboard, and the captain and crew were no more the wiser. Desperately trying to catch the attention of anyone on the ship, Helen kept yelling at the top of her voice, begging for the ship to stop. To her dismay, the ship resolutely sailed on, as whatever cries for help Helen made, was drowned out by the gay party music. The angel smiled."Christine, I promise."He lifted the insensate man from the ground, turned and walked into the house with Christine following close behind him. Christine found the house by the lake amazed her with its exactness to the one she had lived in with her father. Everything there was the same, down to the minutest detail. The voice of her angel interrupted her silent reverie."He is resting in the bedroom. If he calls out, we shall hear him." He paused for a moment before continuing..