"I'm sorry, Jackie. I don't mean to laugh at you. No, I'm not trying to get rid of you. And when you move into that room, you'd better not disappear. ... still want you eating with us at night and I'll still be glad to make you your breakfast."I'm looking a few years down the road. I figure you and Mary are going to be out of here, going to college in four years. You'll be gone in a couple. The room's not going to be cheap. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind spending the money and I'll get it all. She and only shemust open the box, and tell her to be on her own when she opens it forthe first time." As suddenly as he appeared, he was gone, leaving myhusband with a lot of unasked questions.He was, quite reasonably, worried about this. Taking a strange box outof the country and into Britain is very risky given all the airlinechecks they carry out. He took the box back to his hotel and looked atit for days, wanting to open it but for some reason he just couldn't. Hethought about leaving it. Not late at all. Im pretty sure I had sex after that but that only leaves one possibility. Dad was in the living room when I came home. He was waiting up for me fuming mad. The memories are start to slide into place but it doesnt make sense. . . Are you drunk? Oh my god Ashley. . .I cant believe this, Dad roars as I stumble into the living room. I let you out of my sight for two hours and you come home plastered!?! I dont really know how to respond. Im not even sure how this happened. I only. I took my index finger and pushed it inside of me. I kept perfect rhythm with both of my hands as I worked my pussy. I closed my eyes and I saw Laz looking at me with those sex eyes. I could hear the echo of that grunt of his. I stuck two fingers inside of me now. I began to go faster as harder. I moaned louder as I kept going. My heart was racing as I rubbed my clit hard. I couldnt get him out of my head. I fingered myself harder and harder until I finally arched my back and threw my head.