‘Oh, my god, Dad, how are we ever gonna get him outta there?’ I already had tears streaming down my cheeks, anticipating having to go to bed that ...ight with the knowledge that Little Peter Rabbit’s son was stuck down that hole! ‘Now, calm down, Les,’ he softly spoke to me. My Dad is the one and only person who always and forever called me LEZ. Dad was generally speaking, a man-of-few-words, but the ones he spoke were always so full of a deep, soft, gentleness — and just the sound of his voice. She smiled to me and put a finger to her lips, indicating I needed to keep quiet about this.I smiled back and slowly squeezed past her, while my hand brushed across her tiny breast as if by accident. She looked at me surprised, as my hand rested a little too long on her tits. She noticed I was serious and then her submissive side came out…She followed me into that attendant’s toilet and closed the door behind her. I grabbed her hair and placed a deep kiss straight on her small mouth. The girl. Stronger than love. As I approached Rhonda and Samantha from the River, the other six approached them from the stream. I wove around the rocks in the river and came near the shore where their feet were before dancing away into the flow and bringing the current back with me. As they lifted their feet from the River, I swept past them, stepping out of the River and into the stream as I parked the rake in its accustomed place. After making my way through the entire circuit of the River, there was. It was a busy time in our monthly publishing cycle and I had a lot of writing to do, so on this Wednesday night I was still at the office at seven pm when a car pulled up in the gathering gloom and Reedie stepped out of it. She breezed in and said hello.“What brings you here so late?” I asked.“Stuff to catch up on,” she replied. “Without the girls yakking about this and that. Some days you just can’t get anything done.” She was wearing her work clothes. She liked dresses and on this occasion,.