. your pubic hair. Which is exceptionally soft and beautiful by the way. And I love you and I have loved you from the first day I met you in the libra...y. And I'm sorry I fell asleep on you." The last part came out before I could stop it. "And I know you said there was no chance and..." It trailed off softly into nothing.Crys was looking at me. Her eyes got bigger and bigger as I spoke. Through her wired closed jaw she said something, very quietly, that I couldn't hear. Then, louder, "You don't. You know what happens to bad girls”. My body starts to tense, I know it's only a matter of seconds before his hand strikes my ass. Crack! “Oh God,” I cry out, not from the pain but from the intense feelings that are rising up inside me. He smacks me two more times and my pussy juice start to dribble on his leg. He starts to rub my ass gently and pulls me up for a deep kiss. “Did you learn your lesson?” he demands. I look into his eyes and shake my head no. We both start to laugh. I. When it's over, I pick him up and we drive home if it's not too late for the last ferry. Otherwise we stay in a motel and catch a morning ferry when Dad's feeling up to it." That sounds really hard on you and your father," I said. "Can I make a suggestion?" Go ahead. What are you thinking?" she asked tentatively."Have him walk onto the ferry at Langdale and I'll pick him up and take him to the hospital. When he's done, I'll bring him to my place and he can rest up until he's ready to go home.. " Canada?"He jokes on his beer while taking another drink. "That's funny, Carter." Do you want a beer?" No, thanks." I'm glad the topic steers away from whatever the World Cup is.I'm quizzed by a female cousin about Maria and I'm able to keep our story consistent.Another uncle ask me about the Dodgers."They're doing good, right?" I hesitate. I think they're baseball. I've never had an interest in sports."They're sucking. They should be way ahead of the stupid Giants."Giants? So it's football? I.