‘Well, when I first walked in the last thing on my mind when I saw you all wet and bedraggled was the pipe I had come to repair’ he said. Frankie...sat back down next to him looked him in the eyes and said ‘what were you thinking’ she didn’t need any more clarification as his hand reached out and stroked her nipple through her t-shirt, ‘is this ok?’ he asked while he continued to stroke her nipple. As Frankie’s lips met his she breathed into his mouth ‘more than ok to me’ her tongue met his and. Never a good student he barely finished high school and his job at Douglass Lumber unloading rail freight cars left him too tired to enjoy the hubbub of dancing. He preferred the peace of woods and water. Gene always believed he was born one hundred years too late. He rather been a frontier woodsman or explorer, maybe even a mountain man. At twenty his occupation was long back breaking hours sorting and stacking B and C grade lumber at the rail road depot. It wasn’t a job he craved but Gene was. I found out that during my absence one guy came over and asked the girls to dance. Meghan was the only one to take him up on his offer. Donna and Victoria had just sat and talked and drank and laughed and enjoyed themselves.That's what the four of us did for the next half hour or so. The girls finished their drinks and ordered another. I ordered one too, but they were two ahead of me, and it showed, particularly in Victoria. I noticed that her lipstick was mussed. I assume it must have. Eleanor gulped. ‘I know it’s wrong to...to...to lust after your own daughter - oh it sounds awful when I say it - but Isabelle, her body, her lips, her hair…’ Eleanor tensed up, her face blanching. ‘Do I have to - Oh God - I’m sorry, this is...so wrong. Don’t make me-’ ‘There’s nothing wrong about feeling attracted to your daughter.’ Michael smiled contentedly and relaxed in his chair. Well that’s a relief. Darius continued. ‘You’ve desired her ever since she hit puberty, and you’ve.