Neither of us wore a bra that day as it was just too fucking hot. We had not straightened our hair that day, we knew it would just curl up again in t...e heat. My hair hung over my shoulders and hers was just touching her shoulders. Both of us were very blonde as the summer sun had done a good job of bleaching it out. We were having a wonderful time, it was an amazing festival. We shared one of those humongous turkey legs and I am sure it was interesting to everyone to see two young girls. I’ve enjoyed your company and wanted………. Say thank you.” “Your welcome.” I say. “Bye Jack.” And before I could reply she had hung up. Twenty minutes later the phone went again, just as I came out of the shower, I just caught it before it rang off. “Hi AMY,” now recognising the displayed number. “Hi Jack. Would you come over? I have a favour to ask.” “Well just ask!” “No. I need to ask you in person.” “I’ll be over in 30.” “See you then” When I arrive she lets me in and kisses me like an old. I would like it if you would come.’ This took me completely by surprise. ‘Craig, I had expected questions about your mother and me and what we did. I had expected you to accuse me of hurting your family. I even expected you to get angry at me for possibly being your father. But, I never expected you to ask me to dinner. There isn’t some ulterior motive here is there? Are you planning to humiliate me in front of your family and friends? Are you planning on ruining your mother’s memory? Well, I. When her sister's husband, the butcher, started to handle her buttocks like he was checking them for tenderness and eating quality, her father drew the line and told her that her privates were her own business and not to be handled by anyone other than her designated husband or husband-to-be.Actually, Alice was in total agreement with that point of view.Despite her sister's attitude that a female snatch was put there for males to enjoy and that sensible girls would be mean-spirited to deny any.