All I am thinking about is how I want to run my hands over his strong torso, sliding downwards across his chest, his stomach, lower, how I want him to...hold me, push me up against the wall, touch me, take me.... oh god. WednesdayI woke up thinking about his pictures. Wondering what would arrive next. Before I even get out of bed my fingertip has drifted to my clit. I close my eyes & imagine him standing there, stripping off slowly, just for me. Within minutes, seconds maybe, my legs are clamping. "Now why would you say this?" Cybill asks, suddenly all serious."Why... I..." my father stammers. "Boy, there's really no right answer tothis one, righ?"He tries to chuckle, but Cybill's stern gaze stops him immediately."He was only being polite, mummy," Joanne says."Of course, you didn't want to insult us, did you?" Cybill asks myfather."No, Cybill," he admits."Now, why on Earth would we be offended if you thought we weren'tfeminine?" she asks him.This time, he just stays silent."Let me put it. In all probability we’ll have dinner there and your exposure to motor-mouth Claire will be just what you need after you having to relive those tragic times you’ve just told me about.’ Claire and Lydia were well into a bottle of sparkling wine when Alan returned from making the call, looking pleased with himself. ‘Lydia your mother’s on the phone and would like to say hi.’ ‘My mother, why have you called my mother?’ Alan shrugged and said she’d soon find out. Ten minutes later Lydia looking very. In a whisper, ‘we looked after him a few months ago’. ‘I see’, said Rosie, ‘but why the secrecy?’ And then I couldn’t help it, it welled up inside me and I just had to let it out! ‘He fucked me!’ I said.I clasped my hands over my mouth, fuck I thought don’t say that! But it was too late, I’d said it. ‘Good heavens! ‘Exclaimed Rosie, ‘that’s so naughty’ she said, ‘I know,’ I said.‘What was it like, did you enjoy it?’ she asked, her voice a whisper too. The urge to tell was compelling, ‘it was.