Along the way we admired the beauty of the resort. The buildings were glistening white stucco. There were several restaurants and beach front bars and...there was a general spirit of fun. We took a shower and then had a glass of wine from our in room bar. We settled in to relax, still in the nude. I was admiring Joan. Her skin had a light tan and there were freckles on her nose from the sun. There was a knock on the door. It was the young Jamaican who had sold us the weed at the door. Joan. ‘Looks like I’ve beaten you again. That’s two in a row. What’s wrong with you tonight? I don’t think I’ve ever beaten you like this before in the two years we’ve been playing.’ ‘My mind’s on something else Stone. I’m not concentrating.’ ‘No, I don’t believe you are. Anything that I can help you with?’ ‘No, it’s just a slight headache. Look, I’m going to call it a night, Stone. I’ll feel better next week. Then you won’t be so daring with your sacrifices.’ ‘OK, Edgar. Good night.’ ‘Good night.. Yet, I would never have guessed that desperation would drive her to this.Mom slipped off the couch and onto her knees before me. "Remember what you told me years ago, that 'every guy thinks about fucking their mother' but you get to?" She deftly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it aside to reveal her naked chest beneath. "I know I have been selfish baby but that is going to change." With the blouse forgotten upon the thick carpet beside her, she unzipped the rear zipper and wiggled out of the. "I see. Anyone else?" "No, Father," Aoi answered formally. He nodded a dismissal, and she left. He knew that there were limits to what he could ask his daughter to do,even by invoking sacred honor. But that didn't really matter. He couldget all the information the girl had easily enough, without distressingeither girl (or their friends). He suspected that she didn't have much.Her talent with languages would have made her useful to her father in thenegotiations, but she was too young and.