Your own mother!"In a silent mime, Jean's eyes opened in astonishment and she put her finger tips across the surprised "Oh" of her open mouth... just ...s Mom looked up."What?" Mom asked.Quick to recover, Jean replied, "Oh, I just remembered that I forgot my French book at school."Jumping in, attempting to divert Mom's attention, I asked, "Did you and your brother fight a lot, Mom?" I wasn't interested in their fighting as much as the possibility of their connection. Not that I expected she'd. Somehow Katrina knew that she would never sleep well without knowing what had awakened her.Creeping down the stairs, the girl wrinkled her nose, the pungent odour rising again, this time thicker, heavier in the air. Katrina pushed at the air before her face, trying to dispel it, but it wasn't until she had reached the first floor landing that it finally faded. Glancing around the living room, the young teenager came close to feeling satisfied that whatever had caused the smell had gone. But. Her thoughts were that he was a chauvinist pig, and his thoughts were that she was a typical female vehicle controller.It was also a big part of her week.We know that Early was quite a presentable late twenties male, and I better tell you that she was a very nicely stacked late twenties female, who, whilst not an Elle McPherson or Kylie Minogue, was very easy on the eye, but did not herself realise that she was in fact such a very curvy sexy looking chick.After making his purchases and having a. Maybe we could round up a group of antelope, but we’d never be able to round up enough people for a party,” I explained. Dad ignored me.“No swimming, boating, or hiking alone. You look after each other.”“Yes, daddy,” Fiona said appeasably.“Yes, sir,” I said. We finished loading the car and they drove off while Fiona and I waved.Fiona turned toward me as they drove out of sight. “Matt, let’s go swimming,” she said excitedly.“Now?” I questioned.“Yes, now,” she demanded. “Dad said we have to swim.