It seems to me that outfit always found itself on the back seat of the Rambler anyway,’ Henry said. ‘That it did. Along with my bra, hose, and som...times even my panties. You know if we would have gotten caught my dad would have killed us both.’ ‘I know. That’s why I asked him about you out in the garden one late evening.’ Helen stopped and tugged on Henry’s arm. ‘What did you ask? You never mentioned this before?’ ‘I asked him for his permission to marry you. I didn’t want to get shot incase he. I flick through the satellite channels and stop at the first porn channel, a gang-bang scene, 'Hmmm', I think, 'just as I like it', and I settle back and slip my hand down the front of my panties and stimulate myself, as I begin to imagine I was the blond being gang-fucked, my fingers drawing my tight panties close to my skin.'Mariel', I hear my father call me, he is shaking me gently, the warmth and the wine made me doze off, the porn is still on and more to my horror, there are other men in. Down over your stomach, not rippling through your white cotton shirt, but flat and firm. Briefly my imagination carries me away, leaving me longing to run my lips over your upper body, to taste the saltiness of the skin beneath the cotton. As this thought begins to slip away, you kneel next to me. My lips move to speak, but are silenced when one of your fingers traces them. So softly, gently, kindred to the loving revealed earlier in your eyes. My body remains still as you replace your finger. In case you’re wondering, yes, we are married as Danny and Justin Carmichael.My Dad, Chief Superintendent Daniel Mc Gee and his girlfriend Senior Detective Tanya Kumar flew down to Brisbane from Port Douglas. As far as anyone knows, they had business with Major Carmichael about Dad’s personnel (us) being killed in a shooting in Brisbane, and to arrange our funerals. We were cremated.Justin’s mother, Jane Davis, was also invited and unfortunately, she had to be kept in the dark. Dad, John and.