.. I almost passed it. It being the entrance to the beach that she hangs out on. In some ways, my daughter is too much like me. She hangs on the same ...tretch of beach that I used to haunt. Maybe it’s because I used to take her there when she was a baby.I look around and don’t see her. I see a couple of cars ... nice ones. Probably some of the last of this year’s boys of summer are hanging on for one or two more days before going back to wherever they really belong.As I get closer to the cars I. "Why?" she finally asks."Because I love you." Me?" Her creamy face is slightly round under a head of curls the color of sunset, and when she blushes the color is almost too beautiful to be real. She takes a deep breath between her teeth, and I feel her breasts press into me through my shirt. "Neil?" I thought you knew." I had no idea." Oh, Laura." I whisper her name, and the feel of it on my lips reminds me of the prayers I said at my bedside when I was a boy. "We've been bantering back and. I knew about a minute after we met that we’d become intimate friends. I need to warn you that I fall in love easily, so please treat me gentle.”I kissed her again, confirmed my own feelings for her, and suggested we all go below deck. We locked up the boat and headed to the master bedroom. I made sure to leave several lights on, signaling that we were aboard and not to mess with the boat.Jasmine and I stood at the foot of the bed and slowly, with a thousand kisses, stripped away every item of. My mother, who was a sight sharper than folks gave her credit for, said."You leave a field fallow for too long and you'll soon have some bugger ploughing it for you."Whether this aphorism was to make me aware that Miriam was playing away I couldn't say; my mum was Plaistow born and bred and wouldn't know a fallow field from a fallow deer and I often wondered which of my 'uncles' had told her that.It didn't look like those first six months after my return from Germany, when I had enjoyed a.