I intended to pull over to let her come up front."Don't slow down!"I couldn't believe my ears. Did she actually plan on... nah, she wouldn't... or wou...d she? "What?" Don't slow down!" she repeated, slower, clearer. Calmer. "Let me slide out in front of you." You are k**ding!" I hoped.I would like to tell you that the stunt was 'done by a trained professional... please do not try this yourselves,' but the fact was that my daughter wasn't a trained professional. She had a lithe body, granted, and. It feels like I want to spend all my time worshiping her cunt. But Catherine lurches forwards and passes me. She grabs the tripod and angles it, before getting down on all fours on the floor, diagonally on to the camera.“Has it been on all this time?” I ask.“Yes, dear,” Catherine giggles. “I adore performing in front of the camera, in case you hadn’t noticed.” Of course I had, but now there’s one thing I have to know.“What? You’ll be… Your husband…”“Oh no!” Catherine says. “John must never. Me, in a hotel room, and not any old hotel room at that, with a semi-naked Marco. ‘And,’ I hurried on, ‘I s’pose that Drew… That Drew must have—’ ‘Yes, that’s right. I guessed where you were and just thought I’d pop in to say hello,’ Drew interjected drily, propping a denim clad shoulder against the door and thrusting his hands into the pockets of his faded jeans. ‘There’s only one decent hotel in town, after all. It had to be here, didn’t it? And hey, fancy that.’ Drew seemed to have no qualms. I now had two very powerful weapons at my disposal. I tested the holster and gun under my jacket, and I was satisfied that it was unobtrusive. I would be wearing it constantly until my adversary had been dealt with.More surprisingly though, the box contained a concealed weapon carry permit, made out to Nathan Poirier. Now I wondered how many people knew that this was my new identity. It made me uncomfortable, but the permit would resolve any problems I might have if someone spotted the gun.I.