I could have done many things differently, starting with trusting you quite a bit more and perhaps being a tad less... jealous." Yeah, I should have n...t offered your breakfast to Don either."Jen and I sat around the rest of that day and I saw that just sitting there with all the beach and fun right out the door and not being able to enjoy it was killing her. The next morning I insisted that she go out and have some fun on the beach. It didn't take too much shoving on my part and she soon. .. have tattoos, and piercings, and smoked, and whatnot?” This would have been the sixties, after all. “Maybe drove a motorcycle he really wasn’t old enough to handle?”She laughed again. “Yeap, exactly. I fell for a bad boy, like every teenager girl does. When I told him how I felt, he bolted in the other direction.”“Rough way to learn that lesson.”“Yeap. And ever since then, it left an impression.”He leaned in, kissed the top of her head, and rubbed her further shoulder as he gently hugged. “I look like a little girl,” she said. “Yes, you do, like a very sexy little girl.That is how I want you to act, can you do that?” “I guess I could.Are you going to punish me Uncle Bill?” “Do you want me to punish you, Melissa, has my little girl been bad?” “I’ve been good, Momma says I have to do everything you say, so I will, but if I do, will you not punish me?” “I’m glad you will learn your place Melissa, but I will punish you.Tonight and every Friday from now on.” “How are you going to. ” Beth twisted onto her back, arching her breasts up to catch my wandering caress. “I promise.” “You promise, do you?” I looped my finger around one stiff nipple then across to the other, where I pinched it in the damp satin. Beth squealed. “Okay, okay! “ “’Okay, okay’ what?” I whispered, resuming my digital trek over her tummy. “Maybe I was a little bit naughty,” she giggled. “’Little bit naughty’?” I arrived at her light-brown curls, sticky and matted into a faux hawk. “Uh-huh.” Her.