"My dad? Where is my dad?" asked Daniel. Martin pointed to Jack."Logan," smiled Jack, "your dad thinks you ought to be in bed, too." My dad's not here..." said Logan."Yes he is," said Jack."Where?" Jack pointed to Martin."That's not right," whined Daniel.Martin sat down on the floor. Jack followed suit. "Daniel," said Martin, "your FATHER is in our family. Logan, your FATHER is not. But make no mistake: I am your dad. Jack here is your dad. Rob is your dad[0]. Same with you, Logan. You have three. With a seating arrangement of Man/Woman/Man/Woman/Man/Woman/Man/Woman and so on ( sort of like a bar mitzvah dinner or a British Social Tea. ) They were arranged so that the auras of each male and female touched one the other. As well, this arrangement was well suited for acceptance of Yin to Yang and Yang to Yin in all senses of the inner and outer manifestation of personhood and spirit. (In other words, the girls got a good look at the erect penises across from the them and the boys could. And I was pretty sure that the Wanker was after my girl.After breakfast the following morning I came in with a basket of logs for the fire, to see the Wanker standing at the bottom of the stairs, plainly blocking any further advance that Codi could make down them. They were talking but I didn't hear what he was saying to Codi or her reply. The instant he became aware of my presence he stepped aside to allow Codi to pass.Codi gave me what I can only describe as a nervous look and continued on. Whether she had on file topless photos he had no idea or whether she took a selfie of herself and sent it across, again he didn’t know, but the photo was what he longed for, large and slightly sagging tits but the most noticeable part was the nipples hard and extended. ‘She is on heat’ he muttered as he replied and told her how great they were. ‘You meet Lim, you like Lim?’ was the next line she sent.His mate had told him that a sudden request or a readily available phone number was a sure sign.