'Dear Ben, i love you but the shitty British weather is fucking killing me. I moving to warming climates it'll be better for my chest.The house is you...s lad.Now. You always asked me how i made my fortune well today's the day you find out.In the box in a watch my father gave me and it fucking stops time. Have fun i'll be in touch, love ya k**da.'As most would say & Ben did "fuck off!'He opened the box and yes a watch. Nothing special a silver pocket watch. A winder at the top & a button on the. "As amatter of fact, he did. You should SEE how well I can ski now, Mark." Sure, whatever you say. I just don't think you should be going aroundkissing other guys, no matter what they've done for you. You don't know howthey're going to react."Now I was getting my back up. "Mark, I can look after myself, if that'swhat you mean. And I don't need you to tell me what I can and can't do." Iknow - that was a terrible thing to say to my wonderful boyfriend. Myexcuse was those damn hormones, which, of. ..although it was a site to behold. He pretended to sleep as she turned and reached for the soap. He had always enjoyed watching her shower although she often resisted his gaze in a ridiculous claim of her not being pretty enough, or skinny enough, or whatever enough. The grin he was fighting was winning and he hoped she wouldn't notice it as she rinsed her breasts and began to shave her legs. With each leg lifted in turn, he had a wonderful view of that special place he liked to go. As she. At home we ushered her into the bedroom, and as my wife stood by the door, her daughter ran and jumped into my arms, her lips seeking mine. "Suze", I cried, "it’s so good that you are here with us!" I remembered the shock with which I had realised that Suze just had to be my daughter, and how we had sat in my house and took in the enormity of this and what we had done since our first meeting. I had so much to say, but wanted Suze to tell me how she felt first, and as it transpired, she was.