First we had to wait for Isolde to finish packing, then for her things to be put onto carts, then for the few horses in Eamon's stables to be harnesse... to a carriage for Isolde, Connor, and Eamon. Teagan and Theron rode, Blake riding in front of Theron's saddle, and I imagined they might be relieved not to be riding in the carriage also. The rest of us were on foot, as usual, but given that the carts and carriage could only travel at any sort of speed on snow-packed roads, half the time walking. "Clear," in fact, described the result perfectly. Virtually no detail at all in the negatives. Nothing. Zilch. Nothing I could salvage, even with the hardest highest-contrast paper I could find. It was hopeless. I felt like shit. Like failure. Dad wouldn't have approved, I'm sure of that.Just a fuckup. That's what it felt like and that's what it was. So, no, I didn't cry, but I felt like it. I solved it the way I'd solved so many similar things over the years: I cut it out of my life. I told. I can’t do that. I’m here for you. We’ll face the music together or firing squad as the case may be.”As soon as we opened the door her Dad was there. He stood directly in front of me looking down into my eyes. I accepted the stony glare and opened my mouth to offer my apologies, but before I could formulate a word the barrage was upon us.“Where have you been? I told you to be home at 11:00 and here it is after 11:30.”Shelley and I looked at each other unsure of what to say. We had not. She leaned forward and looked deep into his eyes, drawing him deeper into her spell.“I aim to take you up to my apartment here; then for me to tease you with all those dirty little secrets you’ve pumped-off over since you were a boy.”Clive felt like she had read his mind! His dick had gown so hard he thought it would burst from his pants. Sheba didn’t help matters any by slowly rubbing her leg up against his thigh under the table.Clive composed himself but he still felt light-headed at the.