"Those areyour memories . . . . private, personal." Yes, and I wouldn't share them with anyone else; and when you are donewith them, I'm destroying th...s recording. But I want you to have them,Dad. I can't give you your own, but I can share mine. Please!"Her father closed his eyes. "Yes. I would like that very much."Melissa attached the electrodes to his temple. "Are you ready?"He nodded. "Yes."She pushed a button, watched the panel on the device, and remembered eachof the days that it was. We started chatting and he told us he was on vacation with friends. He added that he had seen us around the beach and had noticed how good my sensual wife looked in her tiny green lime bikini.After a few more drinks, we all three were getting a little looser…I saw Sean was touching my wife’s leg as we chatted.Looking at the expression on her face, Ana seemed to be enjoying the flirty attention the Welshman was paying her…The conversation eventually turned up to sex. Sean explained that he had. Then tries to drive her knee into my groin.She catches me almost totally by surprise.I manage to turn a little, so it´s only a glancing blow.Still hurts like hell and I collapse back onto the couch, grabbing my junk."See?" she says triumphantly. "I´ve never gonna get ****d."Then she looks at me writhing on the couch."Stop touching yourself, you pervert," she tells me disdainfully."You ...kicked...me...in my balls..." I gasp out, although the pain is already starting to fade.I hate to think what. I dug out my wallet and as luck would have it, the first note I pulled out was a hundred. The farmer pointed at it and held up his hand, five fingers spread. He wanted five hundred Euros? I looked at the man and (I assume) his son, both of whom looked a lot stronger than me and were looking (I thought) rather unfriendly. My reaction, as a devout coward, was to dig on my wallet and produce another four notes of the same denomination and hand them over.That resulted in another gabble; some tears.