I've trained her." Samuel smiled. "Butthen there is Florence." Miss Pratt looked at a name "Florence? Who's Florence?" Samuellooked up from polishing ...he doorknob. "She is your scholarship case...youknow...the public health microbiologist woman, you call her Rover?" Samueladmired his black gleaming face in the doorknob. "You can probably puther off, considering she is paying the reduced rate of four-fifty per hour...saynext week." Miss Pratt smiled. Samuel was much more focused on the billsthan. Then Dave broke the mood. With a lopsided grin, he declared, “I’m hungry! Let’s eat.”Julie rolled her eyes and giggled. “MEN!” she retorted, punching him. She climbed on his back and allowed him to tow her to the swim ladder. Dave scrambled up and then asked for Julie’s hands. He effortlessly plucked her out of the lake and set her on the stern.They picked up the towels and did a bit of exploring while they tenderly dried each other off. Dave enjoyed the firm bounce of her breasts and buttocks. He knows I've been checking him out. I slowly walk towards him, my short tartan pleated skirt swishing against my thighs as I walk. He comes forward, closing the distance between us, and wraps his arms around my waist in a gentle embrace. Oh wow, he smells amazing, I think to myself as my arms circle his neck. Stepping back slightly he runs his eyes admiringly over my white shirt, tight against my generous 34d tits, and down to my long shapely tanned legs beneath my short skirt. "It's nice to. But anyway, all that aside... are you?" She finally finishes her rant and leaves you a chance to respond."Sorry, I've just never heard him called anything but Richard, so that just threw me off a little," you pause momentarily and then continue. "I also didn't know he lived with anyone. I'm sorry, are you his daughter?" Oh God no." She audibly and visibly laughs at this presumption, confusing you even more. She barely looks older than you and from what little you do know about your uncle, as.