“Let me see you lift up your skirt.” Lisa looked at Don, but he seemed to be at a loss to know what to do. Tentatively and uncertainly, Lisa inche... her skirt up, until most of her lightly-tanned thighs were on show. “No, right up. To the waist.” “But I’ve only got my skimpy pink ones…” “It’s not my responsibility how you chose to dress young lady. We want to see your panties.” Lisa started at the word ‘we.’ She looked at Don, who was clearly embarrassed and clearly didn’t quite know where to. Communication with Haru was difficult but they were able to get some information using a sort of sign language that imparted the fact that his people were only a single day's travel from the island and that the men who had deposited him on this little island were from a tribe that had taken over their entire island and made his people slaves to their King and forced to give him their virgins and part of their food production in tribute to his power. Apparently, Haru had objected to giving up. Is he boasting? Or is he telling the truth?" The angel on my other shoulder had a few bits of advice, too. "You're in love with Jason. He might not object to you having sex with Barbie, but he'd be more than a little upset if you fucked Jerome's jolly gigantic giant."I knew I was in trouble when my angel started to communicate with me using alliteration. I chuckled and studied the open file in front of me.Jerome hung up and glanced toward me. Don't think! She'll hear you now.Should I let him. ‘I already told my Dad all about you and surprising even me, he’s eager to meet you. What are the odds that you’d appear at my doorstep?’ A refined and distinguish man, a man who could have been a model had he not become a scholar appeared from around the corner. ‘Susan. This is my Dad Steven. Dad, this is Susan.’ ‘I’m so very pleased to meet you,’ said Steven offering Susan his hand while giving her the hairy eyeball. Shocked and stunned, she was unable to accept his hand nor give him her.