" Is that what will happen to me?" she asked.He watched her carefully. She was definitely turned on. She liked the idea of being used, abused and left..."Eventually. You're young and you have great tits. It'll take a year or two to ruin them. And they will be ruined… eventually. And when that happens, you'll leave. I don't care where you go or what you do, but I won't want anything more to do with you."She shuddered a little and closed her eyes. He knew she'd do it anyway, they always did. At. Baxter.There was a frightening array of cutlery around our mats. Hamish noticed me counting the knives and forks, and leant across the table to advise me."Dad says to always start at the outside and work inwards, and trust to good fortune that you'll end up with the right number left at the end!"Someone at our end of the long table said a very short Grace in what sounded like Latin, and people started sitting down. I helped Sheila and pushed her chair closer in to the table; Hamish got in. She was dressed in kaki shorts and a big white shirt, one of my fathers I thought. She was tightening an elastic in her hair when she said, ‘Paul called from the dock and said everything is ready to go. Are you girls ready?’ ‘Almost.’ I said, searching my closet for deck shoes. ‘Ah ha! Here they are!’ I said triumphantly. Grinning, Johanna led the way out of the room and down the stairs. My father was comical in his skipper outfit, complete with hat and striped shirt. I glanced around for. Oh well, I might have been nervous about the thought of living away from home, but to tell you the truth I was also very excited. As I got to the top of the stairs and put the box I was carrying down in what would be our new living room, I decided I’d worked hard enough to earn a little break. I went and grabbed a beer out of the fridge, which we had thankfully moved in at the start of the day, and took a seat on one of the more sturdy looking boxes. Rubbing the back of my sore neck, I took a.