I decided to sneak up to her room and see what other delights she keeps hidden on her computer. I waited until my normal bedtime, so if she returned e...rly I could duck into my room and claim that everything was normal. Normal, except I would be naked.So, there I was — sneaking down the hall of my own home, buck naked, sporting a hard on, looking to become a Peeping Tom by violating my daughter's private stuff. I was going to access her computer and see what kind of kinky things she has stored. She said she wasn't into pain so if he wanted her in his lap she preferred reverse cowgirl. But said she'd probably need one more drink before she was ready to get naughty. The third one waited until she'd gone to the restroom and caught her in the hallway where they were alone and he put his arms around her with both hands cupping her ass. He told her how sexy she looked and asked if she knew what he wanted for Christmas? And she said she had an idea he was holding it in his hands. Then told. Unless he’s filthy rich, he must really be sorry, whatever he did.’ Bonnie’s words echoed in her memory though. Was Gabriel trying to soothe his guilt? Was his guilt only about having yelled at her in front of the band? Or was he feeling guilty about something else as well? Just because she didn’t want to engage in sex until she was wed, did that mean he’d adhere to a life of celibacy in the meanwhile, or would he appease his baser urges with whatever there was available until he could get his. He apparently thought it required no response, because he didn’t reply. We visited with friends, made plans to attend parties and relaxed around the pool for the first few days. I wasn’t quite so relaxed. I sent off a few chatty emails to let Jeff know what I was doing, but he didn’t reply to any of them. It was one thing to have the opportunity to find myself in his absence, quite another to have to go cold turkey. I wasn’t becoming concerned, I was becoming unhappy. Why didn’t he contact me,.