. I pulled on one of his shirts as all my clothes were in the living room, where I was undressed, and went to the bathroom and knocked on the door, 'D...ddy I need to pee', I called out, and waited.'Come in', he replied and I pushed the door open, trying not to peek in his direction, just keeping my eyes on the pan, and sat down and just let it flow.I was filled with a sense of wonderment and deep sense of sexuality, 'Fuck it', I thought and looked deliberately at him, his bronzed body looked. She didn't know words, but she knew the letters:"Dad, I am alive and well. And happy! Can not see you. I love you. Door will close in 30 seconds."Before she knew it, Daddy was picking up Karen, holding her tight. His eyes were wet. He was crying! She looked back for Mommy, and saw her out of bed as well, fingers moving swiftly over her phone. Daddy turned as well."Are you sure, Honey?" You know what we always said! I'm texting my sister, so they'll know..." Hurry!" Done!"Mommy was now there,. Meanwhile, Mum and my two young sisters, plus most of the luggage (other than what could be stuffed into two bike panniers) went by bus, underground, coach, train or whatever combination was available, to seaside resorts like Clacton, Southend, Margate or Hastings. The acquisition of the motor car meant we could travel together and venture further, even unto the holy grail of the West Country. Yes, Paignton, in the county of Devon, became our destination of choice for the family’s first venture.
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