The old house was quite impressive and I could see Heather giving it the once over. She knew now that I was the boss's son but she didn't know how ric... we were. Dad was in the top 50 riches men in the country, were as I was only in the top 500."Great place," she whispered, it was a place that made you whisper."Son," my father called out."Dad, I like to introduce Heather," I said."Hello Heather," he said and took her hands and kissed her on both cheeks. "Drink?" Gin and tonic please," she. Sensing my discomfort they sought to once again bring me into their circle, Joan offered me another beer. “Red Stripe is really delicious; I really like its full flavor” “You should try it with a shot of Canadian Rye” said her husband. “Okay hit me up” Now I had been drinking all day, beer at the beach for lunch, coolers with E and his crew mate and now I was mixing Red Stripe with Rye, I was feeling no pain. The yacht had a respectable sound system, somewhere Joan’s husband mentioned that I. As soon as she felt his hands on her bare hips she jumped and wriggled as if she was feeling all those for the first time. He pushed his hands further up and was feeling the entire area of bare skin rite from the bottom blouse end to the petticoats start then she got up from his lap and went near the wash basin to clean her mouth he followed her and washed his hands hugging her from behind sand witching her between him and the wash basin and then wiped his face in the backside of her blouse and. I knew my mother. If she had kept her mouth shut this long, she was never going to open it. If there was one thing I loved about my mother it was her respect for me as her daughter. Melanie was looking out my bedroom window. We had all intentions of studying, and I had pulled my book out and laid it on the bed. As I turned around to get a pen and paper, Melanie freaked, exclaiming, "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" I turned around and Melanie's jaw was open so wide as she stared out my bedroom window that.