‘What’s this for dad.’ ‘Tonight you and Katie … and Frances if she wants to go, are taking your mother out to dinner at Bailey’s, your mot...er likes it there. I’ll ring them, book a table and organise for the evening to be charged to me. Don’t forget that your mother likes to dance either. That money’s for the taxis, I don’t want your mother drinking and driving, you hear me!’ ‘You’re the boss dad.’ ‘Why don’t you come along as well, dad?’ Katie asked. ‘Regretfully that ain’t going to happen,. We all returned his greeting as he snagged the bow of the boat and held it in.Small talk was exchanged for ten minutes then Sue informed him that we had to be going.“What are you up to for Thanksgiving?” Sue asked him as we prepared to leave.“Oh, just the usual,” he replied, “talking to my cat.” The last was said with a self-deprecating grin.“Well, why don't you come and eat with us?” Sue invited.Ted's face broke into a huge smile.“That's very generous of you,” he replied. “I would love to.. She hoped that the prison cell where Rob and her father were being kept had a tiny window, and that they were watching her right now through the bars as she was rocked back and forth on the balcony rail. The contrast of the cool stone beneath her buttocks and the heat of Jean-Pierre inside her was exquisitely pleasant. He clung to her, his face buried in the hollow of her neck and lost in the fall of her hair. She could hear him repeating her name fervently, amid kisses pressed warm and wet on. Ashley looked at me and smiled “It would save you having to come back to get me” I shrugged, acting like I didn’t care. Maybe I could sneak into her room and give her a quick seeing to. That was the plan. We spent the rest of the day/night talking and drinking, during the time I grew slightly attracted to Abby. She was fucking gorgeous. I dropped on my bed around eleven, but couldn’t get to sleep. I kept thinking about Ashley, I needed some pussy tonight. About an hour later the bedroom door.