" It wasn't obnoxious or flamboyant, merely a fact spoken with authority and assurance and which commanded obedience from all those who heard it. No o...e there would ever forget the angel who got off the bus. The rest of the time spent getting back to his place was gravy and passed with the swiftness and efficiency of greased lighting. His hand never left yours save once when it brushed a strand of hair from your face so he could kiss you gently unimpeded.But that was last night. The peaceful. ”“We’ll address the question of whether she was a willing participant when she’s better,” I said, “maybe the police will be able to tell us.”“I wouldn’t gamble on that,” Dad replied, “I got the impression that the inspector’s first instinct was to arrest me and charge me with possession of child pornography.”“What?” I yelled, “The man’s a complete fucking cunt.”“You know David,” Dad said, “this being round actors is having a terrible effect on your language.”“Sorry, Dad,” I apologised, “it’s. I thought that if and when I got you back I was going to make sure you never left me again. I remembered all the things I had refused to try when we were in bed together. I knew that when you came back I was going to deny you nothing. No, I would do better than that; I was going to be a bloody expert at anything and everything you liked or wanted to try. So I went back to your computer and checked out all the web sites you had used. That little file you had with your nicknames and passwords on. "Maria! I... ah... we didn't hear you come in," I stammered, "It's okay, I've seen naked girls before... Oh, don't be embarrassed, I love girls, too," she explained. Maria went to her buggy and produced a bottle of wine and three clear plastic drinking glasses, setting them on the table. She opened the bottle and poured some wine into the three glasses. She was wearing the skin tight jeans and tight fitting knit sweater which really showed off her curves. Even in work clothes, Maria was.