Speechless," I finally got out.Dave grinned again, and then got serious. "My wife Mary died a couple of years before you started teaching here," he sa...d. "I was about four years older, and we'd decided she'd take early retirement at sixty-two, and of course I'd be sixty-six. Our boy lives in Tampa, somewhere in that part of Florida, and he'd been bugging us to move down there."He was silent for a moment, then continued. "Anyway, I've been doing this job way past long enough to retire, and my. By the time I was born he was a billionaire.My Mother, on the other hand, was a typical, rich man's trophy wife. Where he was totally domineering, she was naturally submissive. Blonde and beautiful with big tits and a shapely ass. What we commonly call a "dumb blonde". Dumb like a fox. Although she was an intelligent woman, she never showed it publicly. She also was born dirt poor, and had no desire to return to those roots. She knew that in order to keep the good life she had to keep my dad. A few yards up the side path was a cinder block building on a concrete slab with a sign that said “Shower.” Further up the side path we could see where two more side paths branched off, signs said they led to restrooms and an open picnic area that was shaded with mature trees.Erin had gotten her hair wet while swimming. Also, she felt wet and sticky and yucky from the afternoon in the sun and the water. So she was drawn towards the shower.When we got to the shower entrance we saw it was crude,. After thirty minutes we eventually got toPigalle and I was left wondering if I would have been quicker to go bytrain, I have since learnt that I would have been but that the taxi shouldhave taken less than 10 minutes.Serge had told me to meet him at a club near Pigalle which had cabaretsingers and to ask for Serge. I found the club fairly easily but Serge wasnot there.The barman asked for my name before he introduced me to a beautiful younglady called Jane, who he said was a friend of.