An idea occurred to her suddenly. ‘Hey, I know Isabella asked me to accompany you, but if Rafe is going along, you don’t need me. My sister is abo...t to give birth and I’d like to get back to her.’ As soon as the words were out of her mouth she knew she couldn’t let Isabella down. ‘Is your sister sick?’ He looked concerned. ‘No. She isn’t even expecting me, I told her I’d come back after seeing you safely to Frisco. It’s okay, that is, if you really need a guide.’ ‘Well, I’m relieved to hear. ”“You know that girl tried to take your place,” I teased.“David,” she complained, and then looked at me. “Did she really?”I just gave her a cryptic look. Zoe looked shocked.“I let her show me her boobs,” I said.“You are such a pervert sometimes. I have no idea what I see in you,” she huffed.I reached out and took her hand. She came into my arms and we kissed. She laid her head on my chest.“I’m conflicted. I was raised a certain way and I know my parents would disapprove if they knew what we’d. But I know she wears your T-shirts to bed sometimes. Two of the shirts she routinely wears are men's shirts." But . . . . Well, she DOES wear my T-shirts. You say she wears men's shirts?" Yeah, you know that nice blue button down shirt of hers - Next time you see her in it, look and see which side the buttons are on. Men's shirts have buttons on the right, women's have them on the left. There's a double standard!" OK, I guess you're right. Double Standard?" Sure dad, if you wore mom's pink. Although on closer inspection she was slightly shorter and her hair was a much lighter colour. We introduced ourselves and she invited us into her lounge to sit down. The woman we’d seen in the rear garden quickly appeared carrying a tray with tea and coffee pots on it and then withdrew again. I noted she clocked all three of us very intently before she did so. ‘Right, Peter, I think Frank’s filled me in as much as he can. Now I really need to talk to you, alone if I may. If you two,’ she.