And even if they did, somehow, I'd just deny it."My mind was in turmoil, but the pressure in my testicles and penis was ever more insistent."Alright, ...ut only to show you you're not frigid, and tell me to stop at any moment if you're not totally happy about anything I'm doing"."Of course I will. Oh, please, Daddy. Show me."For answer, I turned her head up and kissed her as a lover rather than as a dad. I held her close alongside me with my left arm, and gently slid my right hand down from her. Opening it she greeted Joe: a handsome boy from the Midwest who wanted to be a teacher.The young man who was about Ki's age at twenty-one looked like one of those surfers on television He had long sandy hair and light blue eyes with a nice tan.Handsome and with a good physique from the occasional rodeo show, and yes surfing Ki was deeply attracted to him.Their relationship was pretty open and this was supposed to be a special evening. After dinner Ki and Joe were going to make their first. "I just hope that after they hear our story, and if we offer, they'll have enough mercy to turn us down," Val said.It was a very thoughtful group of men who listened to the recording that night. "Well, what if they offer to party?" Will asked."I say we don't do it," Trent answered. "Look, we know they've finally realized what they did to us. We chose this way of responding because we wanted as much of our marriages back as possible. I can't see that fucking each others' wives is going to help. "Here, let me help," said the man, this time standing on the wing beside the cockpit. He was Spanish, John remembered, Miguel, he thought was his name. Another man appeared on the other side of him. Strong arms seized John and lifted him gently out of the cockpit. He couldn't move his limbs, had difficulty remembering where he was. "Hey!" he heard a shout, "we need help here, the Kiwi's hurt!" No, I'm fine..." he started to protest."Are you now? Then whose blood is that?" John Greenhaugh.