"Tony then told Yvonne that if she could have a look and if the offending magazine was indeed there, if she could just bring it over and toss it onto ...is back step.Yvonne with great embarrassment assured him that she would do that if she found the book.Tony once more was all apologies, and with that they parted with Tony grinning to himself as he walked back across the garden towards to his own house.Time went on, and Tony began to be happy in the thought that Yvonne must be having a good look. I’ve been away from him so long. Even this little bit of pleasure is enough to… “Oh fuck, daddy. I’m gonna…” I’m cut off by the elevator dinging. He pulls his hand out away, adjusts his bulge, I zip up my jeans, and by then the elevator door is open to reveal my father’s boss. “Good morning, Mr. Jensen.” My dad says formally. “Good morning, Mark.” Mr. Jensen says back, “I didn’t know you were bringing Cassie to work with you today.” He looks at me questioningly. “Actually,” my dad says,. This was not a very auspicious prospect for her, but she was, at sixteen, really too old to expect a husband now. Moreover without a father to pay out a dowry on her, she could not expect a good marriage.'Well, ' she thought, 'At least he isn't selling me off as a virgin slave, to be bought for some brothel or other where my virginity will be sold as many times as they manage to repair it convincingly.'Ramzy El-Najjar realised that she expected to be deflowered, but he waved her to her feet. “Are you OK?” Alex asked.“Yes, fine. What happened?”“We must have hit something.”Charlotte slipped her heels back on and the pair got out to investigate what had happened.“Fuck, two flats! I better call the Auto Club,” Alex said observing the damage.He got out his mobile and dialled recovery.“It’s going to be forty mins,” he said putting his mobile back in his pocket after the quick explanatory call. “Do you want me to get you a taxi, so you’re not late, Charlie?”“No, it’s ok, don’t be silly..