I knew that Daniel wouldn't approve if he knew whatwas really between my legs. Yet, I knew how much fun we always hadtogether. I knew how I felt when ...e'd kissed me at the gig and I knewhow I'd felt when he held me a few just a few minutes ago.Daniel won the first game easily."You deserve a prize for winning that game," I said just as he was aboutto put another couple of quarter into the machine."Oh, yeah what is my prize?" This." I kissed him square on the lips.I was more focused on the second. ” she told him.(downstairs)Uncle Larry, her daddy, and her stood listening.“OH GOD!, YES!, FUCK ME!, FUCK ME TOMMY.” her step mom yelled.“OH GOD!, YES!, FUCK ME!, FUCK ME GREGG.” Mary yelled.“OH GOD!, YES!, FUCK ME!, FUCK ME Frank.” Stacy yelled.“OH GOD!, YES!, FUCK ME!, FUCK ME James.” Becky yelled.They smiled at their own secret.“Guess i have who I want and they each have who they want.” her daddy said.“Daddy what would you think of me if I tell you that I would like to have all my uncle’s. "Of course Dear, you could do with some casual clothes too and I know where you can get some really nice skirts and jumpers."I could not help but blush whenever I glanced at Dad, wondering how he felt about me acting so feminine in front of him. But Dad just smiled at me and he was treating me just like Ann, just like another daughter.We finished our meal and Dad drove us home. We said goodnight to Auntie Jean, arranging to meet her in town at 10 o'clock next morning. Before she left she kissed. Or at least, that’s what my hormones were telling me, pure and simple. Down boy, follow the logic: customer brings money, money that lines my pocket — eventually. I’ll make a date with my hand later, okay? I thought caustically as I said aloud, ‘Hello, how may I help you?’ ‘Do you have an order for ‘Kat’, perchance?’ Her voice fell like raindrops onto the parched desert of my ears. Instead of the usual slow twang of Midwestern American English, her speech was a refined British accent with hints.