The neighbours had a lot of parties which was annoying at first but then I learnt to just put my earphones in and turn my music up to block out theirs...and I didnt care anymore. What I did care about was my mum and dad complaining about it all the time. Why do you and dad go out for dinner then? So you dont have to put up with the noise My mothers expression brightened. Thats a great idea! Ill go tell him to get ready, are you going to come? I shook my head, I didnt feel like getting dressed. He trembled, licking his lips. He was an older man, his hair grayed, giving him an air of dignity and wisdom. But the look in his eyes was so eager, so boyish, like he couldn’t believe what was happening.“You are definitely not a child, princess,” he groaned. “That’s why you should...”I shushed him with my finger, pressing it against his lip. Then I pushed Greta into the room. I followed after her, our bodies brushing up against his robes. I felt him throbbing beneath, growing so hard at the. I knew who the real dads were to kids I went to school with. I knew who the sluts were 30 years ago and now sit on the front row of church every Sunday. I always identified myself with Gretchen Wilson although Dot said I was prettier. We look about the same to me. Dot is definitely the looker in this familiar however. She never leaves our small loft apartment over the bar, without her makeup and hair in place. Dot is all woman, even with her trademark cigarette always lit and dangling from her. "Might see you all over the long weekend, " she added as she let herself out.Zelda made coffee for Ruth and me and then excused herself, saying she had to get up early for her trip to Pretoria for her dad's birthday.We sipped our coffee in companionable silence until Ruth said: "I've missed you very much. I've been randy all the time." She gave me a warm smile: "I've bought some lovely underwear just for you and a vibrator just for me, although you can borrow it if you want. If I'd known how.