Here, Dave learned about the history of Darwin. It was in 1839 that the Commander of the Beagle named Port Darwin in honour of his old friend, Charles...Darwin.It was another 30 years before a permanent European presence was established, when the South Australian Government, then in control of the Territory, sent a surveying party to establish a settlement.The local Aboriginal tribe, the Larrikia, resisted the newcomers and one of the party was killed. This was but the first of many skirmishes. I rushed down the hall to find Sarah and Jeannie sitting in the living room with large glasses of wine laughing about something. Sarah looked at me as I entered and raised her glass."Hope you don't mind, but Jeannie tells me this is the longest she's gone without a drink in several years. And she IS almost 21." No that's ok. Sorry Jeannie, it's not that I'm opposed to a friendly drink." No worries John, but a glass of good wine goes with good company." Here she toasted Sarah who joined. . oh god, I am so fucked up!"He turned to face her. "I'm so sorry, Heather, it's not your fault, I am just so messed up – I have really screwed things up!" He continued pacing, getting more upset. "All the time we were k**s, ever since you grew into that ... that incredible body of yours, I have just been so hot for you! Oh, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be saying this to you, Heather, but it's the truth! I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember – no, that makes it sound so pure, so. They are not big, B+ cuppers is what they are, the ‘plus’ being my descriptor. I always wanted them to grow into C cups, but alas it was not meant to be. I wanted C’s for a fashion statement, as a nice accessory to go with my outfits, like a great pair of earrings. Besides, C’s would look much better in a heavy sweater or in a bathing suit than my B+’ers. I continued to scope out the landscape, turning a bit to glimpse the curve of my rear and how it sloped into my legs. ‘Not bad old girl’, I.