The panic I'd felt that Monday morning after our first weekend still gave me shivers. At least Andy was getting some warning."You might want to bring ...ome flowers or candy for her mother. Might as well get on their good side right away." Shouldn't I bring them for her?" he asked."Oh, she'll like them, even if they're not for her directly." Well, if you say so..." He didn't sound very convinced."Look, you're going to be a guest at their house, right? And her mother is cooking, right?" Oh, yeah,. I promised I’d deliver the story about what happened between my daughter’s friend Sandi and myself. Well, here it is. Ah, memories…The summer afternoon of Kimberleigh’s 16th birthday party was a hot one. The sun was blazing overhead and made me thankful for the cool shade of the trees in the backyard. My daughter and her friends were swimming and playing and splashing in the pool as I relaxed in my hammock, my eyes wandering over their firm teenage bodies in their tiny little bikinis. My. They had only sent me half of the customary funds for operational expenses in the last courier run and it was a message I would be foolish to ignore.I managed to keep the identity of my new source a complete mystery and I was running her as a candle to my flame of debauchery rather than with any promise of monetary reward.Leanne seemed on the surface to be an uncomplicated female but as I peeled the layers of the feminine onion I could tell she had been deeply hurt emotionally in the past and. What about your wife?" she whispered in his ears, while he buried his face in her cleavage."She won't know, she is having lunch with the group." I dunno if we should do this." We both know how much you want it. How long has it been for you?" he stopped briefly to enquire."Very long, you know it. I haven't been with any man since the divorce." Then stop fighting it. I am tired of you telling me how much you are struggling to suppress your sexual desires. I can't stop thinking about you."Tom.