"Uhhm, Sir, I'm Mark Graves. It was my truck that you hit when I backed out onto the street. I came to apologize."I was completely taken aback. I had ...ot recognized the name until he put a frame of reference around it. I looked at the young man. Tall, thin, some acne still visible, dressed reasonably well in slacks and a dress shirt, open at the neck. It took me a couple of moments until I could regain my wits."Have a seat, Mark," I said, wondering what I could say to the young guy."Sir ... I. "The girls looked sufficiently cowed and each of them mouthed softly, "We'll be gone Friday night."Everyone who knew what had happened would be gone Friday night. I had put the fear of God, or at least the fear of my dad into all of them. Linda had already planned to leave camp on Friday, but that was going to change after I had a little talk with the chief counselor and the camp owner. It took only a $500,000 gift to the camp and $50,000 in cash to the chief counselor to arrange what I. . Jonathon" That brought a giggle. When I was I kid, I hated be called Jonathon. Our third grade teacher had insisted on it, and she and I never saw eye to eye on anything. I sat, and signaled for a couple of menus.I felt lost for words for a few moments and then I realized there wasn't really any script. I just had to try and be myself, well a version of myself that didn't know Anna."That is a beautiful dress. You wear it very well." I tried, and hoped that wasn't too lecherous. But she did. I went to reach out to touch her, with Linda saying to not be in such a rush. She continued that she was so hot at the club she had to lighten up a little on the dress code. As my eyes had become more accustomed to the light I now noticed as Linda now leaned over slightly that she was missing her bra. She had a wicked smile as she knew I had noticed, she now moved over me giving me a face full of her wet sticky pussy. 'Eat your naughty wife out' she purred, 'I've been waiting all night to have.