" You ok mate " I asked as I indicated left to come off at the junction, " you haven't said a word since we left the hospital, missing Sally already "..." I'm fine " he muttered, " just trying to think something out " Partly, but I need to say something and I'm not sure how to put it " " There's a first " I smiled " never known you lost for words before " The road ahead was clear and I quickly built up to the speed limit, Mavis was at home getting dinner ready and having a shower, I had a good. She seemed, in fact, to have a face which was a permanent scowl.Tina studied her new boss. Reedy, taut, with iron grey hair and almost no figure. Dressed down in thick pullover and tweed skirt, as though trying to divert attention away from herself. Perhaps, Tina thought mischievously, Mr. Giannopoulos had advised that should any customer be desperate enough to prefer Irene's company to that of "his girls", then she would be under obligation to provide it. Irene was therefore doing her best to. She was a beautiful 29-year-old brunette, well rounded with a sensuous body, soft and pliant, without being fat. Her only complaint about her own body was the fact, that her pussy was so well hidden between her thighs. Oh, how often she had wished, that she was gifted with one of those prominent pussies that seemed to stretch forever up the front, showing off a lot of crack even when standing up. Not hers, mind you.Suddenly she leaned towards Helen and said in a low voice: "Heck. That was so. Dad and I had opted not to do that, hoping that we'd enjoy the social interactions with other fishermen. Having other people in the lodge turned out to be a mixed blessing. It was initially awkward, as the other guests were discomforted by us and our guards, but once they'd asked all the obvious questions and had got used to us, it became friendlier.Except in one respect: to the annoyance of some of the other guests, Dad didn't have enough knowledge about fishing to justify his record-breaking.