The sand was washing off and the bikini was getting see-through. Nadine was right though, it was a little pointless. Not only was it getting sheer, it...was also deciding not to stay in place. The top part was not playing along and each gentle wave washed the material to either side of her breasts, revealing her pert nipples and ample areolas, whether they were covered or not. The elasticity of the sling simply meant that it flopped off her titties and after ten seconds I guess she got tired of. As the van eased forward, Pete succumbed to the need to sleep.Edmund Jamieson had dodged a bullet. His granddaughter Lillian had almost been taken from him. If she had been lost, it would have destroyed his last chance to win back the family's birthright. Neither of his sons had seen fit to father a boy. Freddie was bent, and spent his life takin'-it-up-the-bum; Jackie had dropped just the one girl. Then he died when a drunk struck him as he jogged down a road.Once that bastard Ian's last. When he started the ride to Wichita, his only intent was to find the town. Then he'd thought about what he would do once he'd found it. What popped into his mind was that he should just keep moving. It's what he did, after all. He was a cowboy, and cowboys were nomads, who went from place to place, having no permanent home. That thought had taken all of sixty seconds of his thinking time, and had then faded as he knew he would go back. It was only then that he began thinking about what he. With any kind of luck, he and Kirsten would never have to move again, and maybe boxes could quit ruling his life.Even now, there were boxes waiting for attention, but Mike was getting almighty tired of dealing with the never-ending supply of boxes. It was time for a night off, and a ride to Warsaw with Mark seemed like a pretty good way of dealing with the problem.Kirsten was getting pretty tired of dealing with boxes, too; but it seemed as if the worst was over. It had been a shame that the.