So here she was at the window again. Krysta was sleeping when Rachelle arrived, but she had a plan for that too. Picking up a wood chip from the surro...nding gardens of Krystas house, Rachelle took a few steps back and slung it at the window. She ducked right beneath it so not to be seen. Krysta woke with a start and stared blankly into the darkness before turning on a lamp. Rachelle knew her efforts had not been in vain. Sure enough, Krysta pulled the covers back to reveal she wasnt wearing. “Not as big as Oliver’s, but big enough.”“W-w-what?”“His cock. How big it is. I’m assuming you saw it.”“Well…yeah! But…this is your dad. And you’re talking about his dick, like there’s nothing wrong with it.”“What could be wrong with talking about his dick?”“He’s your father!”Miley shrugged. “I guess.”“Does…does this have anything to do with last night? When you said you weren’t totally inexperienced?”“Yeah, it does as a matter of fact.”“Well, what happened! Tell me!”“Okay, okay. Well,. "I was thinking maybe Shanna could stay here with us." Ryan and Jimmy looked at each other for a moment. "I don't have a problem with that," Ryan said, turning back to Jimmy. "Do you?" "Not at all," Jimmy said. "So when do we get to meet this lucky girl?" "One step at a time," Kyle said. "I still have to talk her into it." ** A few days later... Ryan stepped out of the shower, followed by Jimmy. Ryan walked over to the bathroom sink and prepared to shave. Jimmy walked up behind him and gave him. Phoebe’s flat was located in a better part of the capital, where there were no real rich people but more artists and nice local families. The sun beat on them, but they were draining the Costa Rican humidity from their bones and didn’t care. When dusk began to fall, they went back to the dim apartment and sat on the porch, where there was a straw mat, quietly talking. In the flat below them, they could hear the strains of a guitar, which began to play a strange, romantic melody that sounded.