I didn’t want to fight about it. My sister needs the help FAR more than I do. I’m even more convinced of that after the trip.”“Why?”“Becau...e she’s still fixated on me. Still locked in. I think it’s why she’s never had a healthy relationship with anyone else.”“Or you, Tiger,” Jessica said, but this time gently.“I won’t debate you on that; I’ll just say it’s not as simple as that.”“Nothing is simple about the entire situation. Ed knows all about it?”“Yes. And I think if she has ANY chance of a. Since we were supposed to be part of the escort, it was SV Flint‘s duty to ‘Cut ‘em out, ride ‘em in, ride ‘em in, let ‘em out, cut ‘im out, Ride on in, Rawhide!’At any particular moment there were at least six or seven boats trying their luck at fishing, two or three boats swanning off to investigate a reported whale and a couple of the older crowd spying on the nude sunbathers of the boats with teenage girls ... and Cassie ... and Zoe ... and a slightly preggers Cyn.First one side of the. She apologized and tried to get up.But Udash reached out and caressed her breasts with his face buried deep in her juicy cleavage. Udash’s dad had noticed what his son was up to and developed a naughty little scheme of his own. He brought over a portable crane and positioned it over the hole.He lowered himself on the crane wire using a remote control. Once he got down to the hole, he whispered slyly to his son.Dad (whispering): Just play along and pretend you’re not my son.Udash (whispering):. . thelittle stammering and stunted response of Mrs. Nelson did not go unnoticedby anyone in our little group as BethAnn and I stood to take her hand andsay hello. Fear mixed with laughter must have been our expression as Mrs.Nelson withdrew shortly thereafter, a puzzled, but calculating look on herown face. Back to her own group, we could see Mrs. Nelson look back to uson occasion with that raised eyebrow look of "Boy do I have something totell Jane when I get home......and others...." as Mrs..