As I pulled up, Joe was waiting, he had his own fishing gear with him, so this would be a working holiday for him, and I wouldn’t be babysitting any...ne. He signed over the mini bus from me, waved goodbye and set off. Meanwhile I went home and went to bed. Later that night, I walked down to the naafi, since Joe had taken that duty, I was free all weekend, and just needed to stay clear of anyone who looked like they needed a driver. I could see there were quite a few guys heading for the naafi. I go to my daughter’s bedroom. My heart’s pounding with a mixture of guilt, anticipation and lust. The walls are girly pink, the fluffy toy she’s cuddled since she was two is still there on her pillow. The picture of her in that so short tennis skirt when she won the college tennis tournament last year is on her dresser. My eyes linger on her long tanned legs and her firm young breasts bulging under her thin white top. Even then at twenty, a year ago, she was a big girl with legs and a figure. "What? Dorothy, calm down! Tell me what happened,"I took a deep breath, I wasn't going to be much good to Mort if I was hysterical. I tried again."We meet up with Mort's sister, and everything was going well. I backed off to give them some space to talk, then this van pulled up and these masked men grabbed the two of them, and then the van sped off. I tried to chase them but I couldn't do much on foot. I managed to get the number plate though," I said."Oh my, do you think that her sister. It made him feel safe. Maybe he could ask to have it back. After vowing to be perfect for his master, Adam drifted off to sleep. Adam was dressed only in leather pants and his studded leather collar for the dinner party. George had made him up using heavy dark eyeliner and eyeshadow, highlighted his cheekbones with a pretty pinkish rouge, and glossed his lips so they were a shiny bright pink. Adams hair had been brushed back off of his forehead and shaped into a grand pompadour. He was a very.