" ...Tom?" Kayla asks, smiling sympathetically as I take my turn to sighwith frustration."Here you go," Mrs. Ford says with a wide grin, interrupting ...ine &Kayla's conversation by pushing hot, sweet mugs of tea under our noses.Naturally, this also prompts the conversation to return to talk to Kaylaand her childhood- not that I mind, of course, after Kayla's demandsyesterday for embarrassing 'Steve' stories!Fortunately for Kayla, her cringes ease off later in the afternoon afterher father. She slowly walked back towards the chair and her movements were all fluid and so very seductive.She turned round to face me still smiling and slowly sat down."we have a missed date",she said,and her hands gently began to caress her legs moving ever so slowly towards the inside of her thighs.I think my heart stopped for a few seconds and the coat slipped from my grasp,falling to the floor.She parted her legs and I could see the glistening place that had been in my dreams and nightly watches for. The sun beemed down onto his back and I was only glad that we hadn't been party to more unsightly packaged items of his anatomy. I walked away from the window as my wife made her crude comment. I scowled at her as I couldn't tell whether she was being sarcastic or not.It wasn't the first time she had passed comment on our 'exhibitionist' neighbour. She told me that they were once chatting to each other over the fence. He had apparently been gardening in just a pair of pink shorts, flips flops. He went ballistic for reasons I never understood, as was sooften the case. He threw the poor girl out of our house, then forbid Janiefrom ever seeing her again. Then he berated my mother for allowing the twoto play together. My sister cried for three days. Mama wouldn't speak toDad for about as long. I was just numb; I couldn't process my father'ssudden, vicious outbursts. By unspoken agreement, we never mentioned theincident, nor Janie's friend again, for fear of setting my father off. Ithad.