We zoom up the Pacific Highway, then onto the F3. Where are we going?We hit the F3 and head up to the Hawkesbury River. We seem to be goingat amazing ...peeds. As the other two ride beside us, I notice Nikky isonly gently holding onto Nick's shoulders. I'm hanging on tight, as ifmy life depended on it. We go over the river then take an exit, A fewsmoments later we end up in a car park for people who want to launchtheir small boats into the Hawkesbury.Beryl gets off her bike, complains the toilets. ”“We’ll go straight there.”“Good,” Betsy said.While Betsy was chatting with the driver, Sally leaned into the limo and asked, “Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” Charlie said.“You don’t look so good,” Sally said.She had seen Charlie trying to get down the stairs. Based on the way she had been moving, it was obvious that she had been in considerable pain. She didn’t know Charlie all that well, but she did like the young woman.“I’ll be fine,” Charlie said.Ignoring Sally’s conversation with Charlie, Betsy. About a year later Sara looked at least sixteen and had her mother's little patch of honey-coloured pubic hair and was still wandering around naked at times. As I was often in the same condition I soon had to turn away from her to avoid her seeing my impending erection. I had noticed that she occasionally had a little smile on her face as she saw me looking, then one Saturday morning I awoke to find a naked Sara asleep beside me. I groaned inwardly at how beautiful and sexy she looked as I. But, in and of itself, being like Walter Mitty doesn't make you unstable. ACTING on those urges would do so.Unfortunately for Martin, perhaps because his tastes knew no boundary, he would be caught by his (now) ex-wife, staring furtively at females of EVERY age, nieces on both sides of the family included!It was probably one of the nails in his marriage's coffin.Whenever the chance presented itself however, Martin's conscious barriers prevented his imagination from taking control of his.