He must have waited for thirty minutes before he left the lounge. The note told him where I would be. It was now twelve-thirty and Adnan was in a foul...mood.The place was an abandoned iron foundry in a desolate area about five klicks out of the city. The foundry was the current focus of a financial scandal involving a bank manager and the owner. Apparently, the manager approved substantial loans to the foundry for a handsome consideration despite knowing that the business was about to collapse.. This was a loving family built on a good foundation and they believed they could stand any test that was given them. Their faith in God and family would be tested soon and this would send them down a path neither thought they would ever have to travel. Sara found out once again that she was pregnant. Although this baby was not planned and the money would be a bit tight, she and Kyle agreed that it was a gift from God and they would love it just as much as Lindsey and Jacob. Three months into. And what is that, Daddy?" A highly repressed, stalled individual. When someone gets like that, they --" As he spoke, her slowly moved his hands to cup his daughter's breasts."Daddy!" she squealed, splashing around in the water as she pulled his hands off her breasts. "Daddy, not my titties! No! You -- you shouldn't even be in here." She covered her breasts with one forearm and her crotch with the other hand. "You should leave, Daddy. You shouldn't be in here." Easy, honey, easy. Sssshhhhh. It's. She gave a low moan as his fingers stroked the bare skin below it."Why? Why would you rather have a forty-seven year-old than a twenty-one year old, John?" she asked. Her voice was slightly husky."Because... your legs are shapely as well as long... so lovely to look at... and touch... and KISS, Auntie..."A car was approaching from behind. It pulled out and overtook them. He ran his hand several times from her shin to her knee. He dropped his voice low and leaned close to her."...and Auntie's.