She laughed, a sexy medium high rough twitter and told me the place catered to an all together different type of appetite. Caught in the lie, I stutte...ed a moment before admitting my purpose. As young as I looked, she thought she'd teased me and my confession surprised her, briefly worried her and then she smiled cutely. I invited her to lunch for real and she chuckled and agreed. She led me to a creperie. Pulling my money out to pay, I used the opportunity to pay her. Her wide eyes revealed. ’ ‘Yes but this mortgage is one quarter the amount of the one you’ve applied for.’ I shot back too quickly. ‘I mean.’ I took a deep breath. ‘How long do you expect to be working as a, uh, in your current field?’ I knew it was an offensive question, but it had to be asked. Her smile softened. ‘If you would like a first hand demonstration of my income potential Mister Sutter. Then you’ll have it.’ She reached into her briefcase coming out with a business card which she flipped over and penned a. Debbie has enemies in school and within the surfing community but I don't think any of the surfers were involved. We have a pretty good idea who might be but they have lots of money and could buy anything or anybody on the island." She said."The feelings I am getting at school says I may not live very long if I continue to go there. It just does not feel healthy to me." I said.I went to my room and rested a little. The day had been unnerving to say the least. I was not happy. I waited for. "It's your fault," I started. "Remember how you called me after we all had dinner?" You and Dad did it?" she asked with a smile."Yes, and I liked it!" I cried. "I liked it a lot. And we did it again, and again. And now, I've agreed to be his sex slave!" Like me?" she asked."No, not quiet like you," I explained. "Just in bed or wherever we are doing it. Oh God, I can't believe that I am having this conversation with my daughter!" Your grown, married daughter, Mother," she said."I know, but it's.