She was also at Cornwall with her parents, but in her case for a two week holiday (yikes), and she wanted someone to go out with in the evenings. We t...lked about where we might go and which bars looked cool, but then she suddenly became really weird, made some insultingly transparent excuse, and then just legged it. I was kind of freaked out. I kept wondering what I might have said to make her think I was a r****t or axe murderer or some such thing. Annoying part was that she was really fucking. A six hour flight from the states had left us bothtired; we had reclaimed our luggage and were just waiting to clearimmigration. It seemed a life time between each shuffle forward. Damn it I was an American citizen and no third rate country had the right to make us wait.I turned to my daughter, who had once again become absorbed in here I Pod,and with mime and gestures told her to keep our place in the queue. She nodded and then blanked me out as is the way with all teenagers who must suffer. I ... I like the feeling of my Tiddles being shaved but...”Before she could continue Keith had interrupted her with a question, “Tiddles? What do you mean by Tiddles? Is that what you call your girly bits down there?”Cheryl blushed again and said, “Yes, that’s right. We had a cat called Tiddles when I was just 5 years old and I loved that cat soooo much but he got run over by the school bus. When I got older and discovered that my ... my ‘thingie’ down there was called a ‘pussy’ I decided to. ‘So you patched things up with him,’ said Katy. Susan nodded. ‘He sounds a very nice man,’ said Aunt Lucy. ‘He is,’ Susan said warmly. ‘Very nice indeed. The children love him, and he helps me out no end. You know I found out he’s the owner of the flats I manage?’ ‘He’ll be a wealthy man then!’ laughed Katy. ‘Very eligible!’ ‘I suppose so.’ Susan tried to sound non-committal. ‘You should invite him down to see us,’ said Lucy. ‘Harry and I would love to meet him. You said he used to be in the.