Now dad was the exact opposite and I wished that he was here, he would have found a way to stop the lecture and save me an ear bashing, but it would b... another hour until he got home. Tonight was supposed to be my eighteenth birthday party, to listen to my mother it was going to be a Roman orgy, I just knew that she would spoil everything by standing there glaring at my friends."Hi honey" dad's voice suddenly sounded from the kitchen doorway, "I'm home, get your knickers off and give me a. Peter was waiting in the kitchen with glassesof champagne, he gave us a glass each, then parted my(and clares) cunt lips with his cold fingers. He toldus to go through to the living room, but Clare and Ineeded to check out the bathroom first.We took our skirts off in the bathroom. Peter has ahose connected to the bath taps, Clare leant over thebath and turned the taps on, getting the water nice andwarm, I was sitting on the toilet, removing my buttplug. I got up and put it in the sink to wash. Watching the boy, that was his job at the moment.Still the boy stood and stared and now the manager noticed something else. The boy, probably not more than 11 or 12, maybe 13, stood with one foot forward and on his toes; one hand clasped to his chest and the other extended downward with wrist flexed and fingers splayed. His head was turned at an angle, and tilted also and his shoulders were cocked at the opposite slant of his hips.Realization for the floor manager dawned: the exact same pose. How could I spend two and a half million? She meant if for you and that means she thought you'd take it. I just worry that you might feel there were strings attached. There aren't you know. It was simply left to you. Should pay off your credit card." He smiled at me.Fondly? Quiet heart. That way lies despair."I'm floundering. I'm sorry. I'm making things worse. Come on. Can you walk? Let's go somewhere warm. You're shivering and you don't look very special." He looked round. "We're not far from.