.. four days?" Maybe six, mom ... if the weather is bad." If?" mother questioned, "David, the weather is already bad." Mom? Look out the porthole?"The...sun was shining. For October, the weather was miraculous. September had been a series of storm after storm ... one storm after another, the tropics had pushed wind and rain from Cuba to Greenland ... every day ... or so it seemed.Tourism, not the power it would become, but a goodly portion of the coastal states annual income, was down, fishing. " Have a good weekend." Oh, I expect we will."I packed several shirts and an extra pair of trousers as well as underthings and my washing/shaving kit. I also took my collection set, my copy of Naumann's Insects of Australia, my Banjo Paterson, and the Praed. It seemed like a lot of stuff to me. But I snatched my Puffin Book of Australian Insects [by Helen Hunt] as I went out the door.I had told Mrs. Warren that I'd be away for the weekend and repeated it on Friday morning. Winnie was waiting. I got up from where we were sitting and told him that I had something to show him. We made our way to the darker side of the park, with him being drug behind me with a confused look on his face. I then walked under a little gazebo and pushed him against the wall and kissed his lips, he grabbed my hips and I could feel my slit getting wetter and wetter by the second. He stopped me and pulled back, looked down at the bulge in his pants and I gave him a devilish smile. He looked around for a more. I walked over and said my hellos. Jen got up, hugged me softly, kissing my cheek. She whispered softly in my ear.“It’s ok, I told them, they know.” she stated.Her mother got up as well, gave me a hug and a kiss. I shook her Dad’s hand as well. They seemed at ease, I hoped that they were supportive of Jen’s decision. I promised I would be back to chat later but I knew from the time, Beth would be arriving any minute.I made one final pass around the hall and everything appeared to be ready..