Memory, made bolder and darker with meaning. The letter in her hand. The ring still on her finger. The SUV rolling down the road, slow but still too f...st. Will finds himself in the back seat. See, this isn't so hard. An address scribbled, directions added. No, don't look; let it happen.We'll be there soon enough.It's dark; how long have they been driving? Did he nod off?The SUV rocks gently with the undulations of the road; he always used to find riding in the car soothing, before-He's just a. . Winston, ... hope you don’t mind. There wasn’t much else for me to do after I got back from roaming around out there; so after a coffee and then staring at the ceiling I thought, fuck it; I’m getting into the sack with that Winston. Well ... I just fell asleep too ... so here I am.”Winston let out a chuckle, “Well don’t that beat all little missy; you sure are a cute English cookie ... the way you curse so politely too! You got anything on?”His hand made a cursory run over her torso. “Nearly. "Use one hand to lift your, ahh, skirt again," he scolded me. "And scoot your butt forward. That's a good girl. Now, ahh, keep reading."I was leaning back against the passenger side door, now, and holding my skirt up with my left hand. With the notebook clutched firmly in my right hand I continued to read."I was taking a shower," I said. "Lately I'd been rubbing my pussy a lot more than usual when I did that, but had never actually made myself cum. I didn't even know what an orgasm was. My dad. "Champagne seems appropriate," said Mandy.Karen looked at the girl askance."I think not," she said. "First of all, it's not a healthy choice for me. Second, you two are much too young to start drinking. What you've already done is more than enough. And lastly, I don't think your father is in a celebratory mood." Yeah," said Amanda, unfazed. "You're probably right. There's some juice in the fridge. I'll get that."She had just returned when Bob walked into the room. There were some printouts in.