Busty and sexy. In great shape. Her figure looked amazing in the dress she wore.Dad was a lucky man.I wanted to be lucky.Finally, we headed to the che...kout. Mom frowned and pulled out her phone as we waited in line. She blinked at it. “Shoot.”“Mom?” I asked.“I don't know how we spent so much time here,” she said. “It's almost five.”“What?” I asked. “It couldn't be much past 4:30.” I pulled out my own phone and saw it was 4:58. “Huh.”“I know,” she said. She glanced at me and then jerked her gaze. He knew that she'd been part of a loving incestuous relationship, and he thought that she might approve of this if she were alive today."My little Jess, I love you." he said, stroking her hair. "Would you like to become a woman tonight? God knows I love you more than anyone else ever will, and I can make you feel so good." He kissed her forehead and then looked into her eyes. "I love you Jess, please let me do this for you." I love you too daddy. I feel safe with you and it feels good when you. Pen Pals are a cover for the fear of relationships. Fear of the light, fear of the dark, fear of contact. Fear of being shit on and fucked over, told on or as in my case Moved. We wrote for a long while, without phoning or anything. I always feared that someone would be on an extension laughing. Of course she being White and me being Not White and that being Utah did not add to my comfort zone. I do not feel that way today, time and have not for many, many seasons. Let me stop here because it’s. ..”“Oh for Christ sake Nigel I’ll count,” drawled Roger Ingham-Hardy. “It’ll be bloody Christmas before you get it out.”To the laughter of many and the drone of Roger’s enumeration, I fled the room and made my way upstairs, determined to find a hidey-hole so obscure that I might for go the rest of the evenings festivities and perhaps catch 40 winks or at least loosen my torturous dress and foundations that by this time were playing merry hell with my nether regions.Two stories up and at the far.