“Shit no, I’m far too fragile, what the hell was I drinking that got me this bad?”“Before, or after those half dozen malt whiskies in that las... pub?”I laughed. She groaned and held her head in both hands.“My God, no wonder I was pissed, I didn’t make a real arsehole of myself did I?“No, you were ok in the Pub, well mostly”, I added. “I almost carried you back here. Then I got your real arsehole in the camper after you started acting ‘slutty’. You told me to open some Prosecco, drank a huge. A little box balanced on one of the stands beside the reading sofas. She knew it had sweets in it. She’d seen Sire Mastro take one in the past and pop it in his mouth, when he hadn’t known she was watching. But they weren’t for little girls, or so the housefolk said. She crept up on the case like a cat stalking mice. Her feet moved silently upon the rugs. Elsewhere in the house, someone called to someone else and a door slammed shut a little too loud. This place always felt alive. Moving.. I love my dad. He asked me if he could be my boyfriend. I will definitely tell him yes. I will go back to the beginning and explain how this happened.I was introduced to sex very young. I will not tell you how young because I don't want pity. I have gotten past all my demons so if you are not reading this for arousals purposes then don't read it. I remember being so young watching my mother having sex with men. I remember the first time I was turned on. My moms bedroom was off the living room.. ‘Oh fuck!’ ‘What’s wrong now?’ ‘Fucking Mitchell must have remembered this strip. There’s a police car there waiting for us, we can’t land.’ ‘What can we do? We can’t stay up here forever?’ Melissa was getting panicky. ‘There’s another strip about ten minutes away, actually it’s not much more than a paddock but I’ve landed there before, we should be able to make it.’ ‘What do you mean, should be able to make it?’ ‘Well, we’ve used a little more fuel than I had intended running low and fast, and.