“Come in,” I said, trying to convey ‘invitation and welcome’ rather than the misgivings I actually felt, “I’m just having my morning caffe...ne fix. Tea, or coffee for you?”“Oh ... tea please.”“I have Indian, China or Assam and a selection of herbal teas.”“Have you got Earl Grey?”“For sure! Milk or lemon with it?”“Neither, thanks – as it comes.”Once she was settled with her cup of tea and I had a refill, I began.“Right, Katryn. Wood is lovely stuff, but you have to work with it. If there are. ”“Sounds great,” I said with the sexiest voice I could muster. “Is it ok if I come over dressed like this?”“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he replied and held out his arm. I got off the picnic table, held onto his waiting outstretched arm, and we headed over. I wiggled as I walked, knowing I was giving him the hots.We went in to his living room and I sat on the couch. He remained standing and said,” I have something to show you which I think you’ll like. But you must promise me that. We sat down together. He asked me if I liked my birthday present. He had gotten me a diamond heart necklace. I told him I did love it but it wasn't what I really wanted more than anything. "Oh sorry baby, what was it you wanted?" He asked. "Daddy, what I want more than anything for my birthday is for you to make love to me." "Oh God Baby. I can't. Its so wrong. " "Daddy, look at me." I whispered. His head slowly turned toward me, and I leaned toward him. I kissed him hesitantly at first. Then I. ” “You think that's what this is?” replied Ballsakey. “Fuck you, Eddie.” “Fuck me?” “Yes. Fuck. You,” said Ballsakey. “You don't have to be a complete asshole.” “I don't?” shrugged Bumfelt. “No. You don't,” snapped Ballsakey, getting up from the chair, moving across the dining room. “This was a mistake.” Bumfelt snatched hold of her arm and pulled her close. “Get the fuck off me!” she spat angrily, pushing him away. Like a cool Romeo, Bumfelt made his move. Oh, she looked so fine. He.