I’m not your father, or your keeper or your owner. If you want to fly, and I think Jackie does, or you want to scuba dive, or ski, or whatever, I wi...l do what I can to help. Within reason. I won’t take you to the top of the mountain if you decide to ski. You’ll have to do that yourselves. Not my thing. I’ll stay at the bottom of the hill and pray you make it to the bottom.” I smiled, they hugged me.“We found a place east of Aruba, still Dutch, but a different island.” This was Jackie.“Curacao?”. There was a picture of Kathleen, the girl who sat at the desk next to her in the nude, spread eagle with those sweet pink pussy lips, Toni had been dying to kiss. She felt a wetness between her legs. There was a sudden lust that had crept up on her. She was unsure if she wanted to hide it. She just stared at the picture, admiring Kathleen's soft curves and ample breasts. And especially that tight, shaven pussy. God, she had never been more turned on. Still curious she turned the page.There was. “Graham?” she ventured. “When–?”“About seven.” I said.“We waited–”“We?”“Well yes, Daddy was at a meeting here and he and Desmond – you know, my tutor – took me out for dinner to celebrate the end of exams.”Daddy again.“And you told them you couldn’t go because I was coming over tonight, and you stayed in.”She now looked uncomfortable at my sarcasm. “Well, we waited until six and then–”“Connie, what time do I finish work?” I said aggressively.“Er, five thirty or six.”“How could I possibly get. ” Maria, waking quickly as was her habit, turned the alarm off. “Vern, love, turn over here.” When he had done as she asked, she kissed him good morning, and wrapped herself around him, her leg between his. “We need to talk.”‘We need to talk‘ was a phrase that never failed to get Vern’s attention – at least when Maria said it. He shook his head and tried to become coherent; not always easy for him first thing in the morning.“What? What is it?” he asked with growing concern as coherence.