“Bit too long in the tooth for bikinis love.”“Rubbish! You have a great figure.”“Hmmm. Afraid everything’s heading south now. No, I’l... just wear my nice, boring summer frocks. That’s good enough for me.”“Well Jeff will be disappointed.”“Jeff will?”“Yes, he’s always saying what a looker you are and how he like to see you ‘stripped down’.”“Jess!”“What?”“That’s not the way he should be talking of his mother-in-law. We’re supposed to be dragons.”“Oh, Mother. You would be surprised. I could. I have tried to make up for it. I have tried to prove I’m a good person. I’m not. This story is my confession and my acceptance of what I am deep inside, a closet predator. When we were younger we had fooled around. My older Step-Sister, Kiara, any my younger Step-Sister, Kiana, and I would beg our Step-Dad to let us sleep in the camper we owned. He would relent and the 3 of us would get up in the top bunk and the shorts would come off. We’d enjoy 2 or 3 hours of mutual exploration, put our. .." I stated nervously. I hadn't thought about Charli's mama the whole time, though she didn't reach the standing of my six-foot-two frame she was certainly close to it, and she seemed very threatening, and protective. She stared at me, as if she was sizing me up, taking the bag out of my hands she said, "Listen to me boy, my daughter Charli is my heart, she's my only child and I will do anything to protect her and prevent her from heartbreak. You hurt her heart and I'll see to it that you. Caley said there was one beneath a flower pot right next to the front door. I lent down and shuffled the earthen-ware pot to one side. Sure enough, there it was. I turned the key in the lock and pushed open the rickety old door. Moments later I was stood in the lounge, it looked to be comfortable enough if a little basic. There were two bedrooms and a galley kitchen, just off the lounge, and a small w/c at the back. “Whew, here's your bags... How long you staying for, did you say? asked Luke. I.