.." Then I realized healready knew that and was just making a joke.When I didn't touch the drink he picked it up and put a straw in it.Then he guided...the end of the straw through a breathing hole that Ihadn't even noticed was in the mouth of my mask. I got the end of theplastic tube between my lips and sucked, grateful for something to takethe edge off my mortification. The drink was overly potent, but I keptdrawing more into my mouth and swallowing. Plenty of liquid couragewould be needed. When I reached him, I put my arm around his neck and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. ‘You’re home at last! Welcome back!’ he exclaimed loudly. ‘Gee, you must have been sick, you look terrible!’ ‘I’m just exhausted. I really need a good night’s sleep. Let’s get home quickly.’ We stepped on a moving sidewalk and I kept on walking, which made him sprint to catch up to me. He asked a lot of detailed questions about the trip, about my meetings, which I answered in short sentences. Luckily, he. She was slim and tanned and I struggled to move past her image. She was impressively good looking.I resumed my flicking the pictures away, each time a new image came to light and again I flicked it away moving on the next. Until once I again I struck gold.The image showed Michelle sat in the passenger seat of Mickey’s van. He was driving and attempting to take a photo of her. She was laughing and half-heartedly protesting about having her photo taken. She had her hands up attempting to cover. Smiling he just sat there, enjoying the view when she rolled over, and said “Morning” She noticed her dad was naked and then, slowly, looked down and noticed SHE was naked too. “Um dad did we…?” she asked. “No, I don’t think so” he whispered. Neither noticed that they made no attempt to cover up. “But we came close” he contiued. “And for that I am sorry” he said. “Don’t be” was all she could say, surprising herself. Gathering her courage, she reached over, and started running her.