I knew it wasn’t Sam or Henry; they were working: it being a Monday afternoon. I went to answer it.“Rebecca!” I said. I was caught totally off g...ard.“Hi dad,” she said.“I ... I’m surprised, aren’t you supposed to be in school?” I said being totally at a loss as to what else to say. My daughter smirked.“Yes,” she said, “I can see that you’re surprised. Dad can we talk?”“Uh—okay, come in,” I said. “I skittered back inside on my wheel board and led her into the small front room of my small and. We were staying in the same room but in separate beds obviously as we were simply best of friends. Our room only had one bathroom so we decided that I would shower and get ready first. The coolness of the shower water on my skin was a welcome relief as the sun had been pounding down on us all day. Feeling relaxed I dressed in a pair of shorts and a short sleeved shirt ready for our evening out and lay down on the bed whilst Nikki used the bathroom. I must have fallen asleep as I woke up. Rob had booked a local hotel and had arranged for Champagne and fruit to be available. We popped the cork and had a glass to further break the ice and I slipped out of the outfit I was wearing to a long black satin chemise and a pair of black satin knickers. I slipped into 4” porn shoes and went back into the room. Rob had taken up position on the settee and was sitting back casually like he was watching TV. Greg (the prey’s name) was leaning back on the bed and I approached him asking if he. "It was a cop out and they both knew it. Ben's scowl returned with a vengeance. "Yeah," his voice was disgusted, resigned. "I guess you are."Ben was fuming.Damn Croft. Damn her and her deep brown eyes and her sexy British laugh. Damn her sexy figure, especially in the skimpy clothes she was wearing. Damn her and her 'I'm tougher than the rest of the world and I'm going to prove it' attitude. Most of all, damn him for getting sucked in by her.Shortly after their conversation, Lara had ducked out.