I would go into the pub, having changed out of my uniform and roll up the till with a crate of beer. I never got asked for ID, it was a joke really, l...oking back, so wrong. Anyhoo, there was me, 15 years of age, walking out on to the public street, in the middle of town, with a crate of Bud. I would bring it around the corner to a lane way where my mates would be waiting and we would divide it up and pack it in our school bags. We would then cycle the three miles to our road and stash the beers. ”“Wow, if everywhere was like this, I’d be out of business.” Said Dad. “What do you think, kids?” Both Anna and I couldn’t wait to get started.“How old are you, children?” asked the guide.“We’re not children, we’ve been fucking for two years!” replied Anna indignantly.“That’s good enough for me. Are you two a couple? Would fucking other people be a problem?”I looked at Anna, and the look on her face told me that she agreed. “No. We’ll always love each other but we don’t need to be the only. ..how do you know?" "I've known a few t-girls over the years. One thing that gave it away tome was that as I watched you play, I noticed that while you have a greatbody, you always wear high tops, both today and the night I saw you inProvidence. All the others in the band show more cleavage than a FOX TVshow, yet you don't." I told her about why I was with the band. "That's incredible, Petra...and very generous of you. I doubt many guyswould have done the same thing." "It hasn't been so bad. I. I’m Claire. I’m a long-time friend of Warren’s.”I covered my surprise as best I could, shook her hand and said with a smile, “HI. I’m Penny….I guess I’m a new friend of Warren’s.”We both laughed, and I suddenly realized where I’d seen her before. She was the woman Warren was talking to at the gala when he spotted me and came over to introduce himself. Once my surprise had passed, I accepted that our yacht ride was now a threesome, which I decided was OK with me…..I wasn’t dating Warren, nor did.