Since it was nearly Christmas the mall was packed and Abby seemed to love walking amid the decorations, Christmas carols, and general holiday cheer. W...enever she saw something she liked, I insisted the clerk bring us Abby’s size and bought it for her. When she needed to use the changing room she insisted I join her and give her my unbiased opinion of her choices.Before we left, I slipped away from Abby in Macy’s, saying I had to use the restroom. Macys had a wonderful jewelry department. I. Or maybe it's genetic. You see, my mum and dad are swingers. For years I used to be shipped off to the baby sitters or the baby sitter would come to our house when the oldies went off partying. I only discovered this quite recently when searching through the video collection and I found a digital video cassette that I knew belonged in our new Canon video camera. With a beating heart and a mad rush of adrenaline I connected the camera to the TV.What appeared was a party at a house that I didn't. “Here.”One of the big black men who stood nearby – Gemma thought him Villa staff come for a gawk at her juicy bikini meat – tossed her a bottle of sun lotion. She saw that another black man was sitting idly on a crate of the stuff. Without so much as deigning to offer a thank you, the Mancunian began to cover her body in the greasy protective lotion.Jennifer Ellison still carried the air of smug satisfaction that came from being the only girl in a pink bikini as she walked seductively down the. There was a not-quite-caucasian look to her features, a hint of something exotic, too subtle to identify, something in the slight cant of her doe-eyes, the round broadening of her nose, the curved pout of her lips, the slivers of amethyst in her gray eyes.And she seemed to radiate in his attention. Most women didn't like being stared at, at least not the way Will did it. He'd never mastered the art of the brief friendly appraisal or the sly appreciative glance. Maybe because he spent so little.