. but you couldn't do better!"Susan and I had a long hug after that, culminating with a light peck on the lips between. She hadn't done that before?"N... kissing between brother and sister, you two," Lisa said. "Who knows where that could lead?" Yeah," Susan said, "Who knows?" I really do have plenty of food for all of us, stay and eat," Susan said leading us to sit down at the table. "I'll be right back."I reached over and took Lisa's hand and said, "I love you." Not as much as I love you, uncle. As the soon to be solder got up to clean her tray, my wife (her name is Christine, by the way) approached her and started up a conversation. I was out of earshot mostly but joined the conversation when they both came back to the table where I sat.The perky breasted young lade was from Western South Carolina, was 22, and her name was Emily. Christine told me that Emily was shipping out very early in the morning, and really didn’t want to go back to her room because the other young lady that. To another time and place. Her Nana sat upright like a centennial guarding a great fortress. Her foot upon the large wrought-iron peddle that ran from side-to-side of the wooden and metal sewing machine housing. She pushed the bar down and the wheels turned in time. The stitches lay in straight lines at her command. Tap…tap. Her tiny hands tapped out the rhythm in time with Nana’s foot. She was a big girl now. Helping out. The stitches appearing at her command to the rat-a-tat-tat of her. His shorts are too small.I want to find out how he smells. I suspect there will be a touch of perspiration, and the hoppy residue from the can of lager he carries. Delicious. I also want to free him from those shorts. Slowly.We’ve got the carriage to ourselves. Most people wanting a weekend in Brighton are already there, and it’s too early for the nightlife. I’m heading down now because I want to see how much sex I will earn with my black bob before everyone gets too drunk to satisfy.