I'm really sorry to be so negative about Jenni's mum. Of course, I write with the benefit of hindsight and you will see why. Even so, I don't think I ...m being too unfair to her...We delivered Jenni and Martin back to Reminder mid afternoon and stayed on board until the first punters (sorry, passengers) arrived, when we left them to it.It's almost axiomatic that British public holidays have foul weather, but every so often we have a warm, dry Bank Holiday weekend. Not often, mind you, but on. And what did her son have in mind? What would Brian ask, no tell her to do with this boy?Sabrina didn't want to think about it but she did. She was no longer surprised that her cunt was wet, it was always wet. She was not surprised that although her mind rebelled at being humiliated by her son and what he was doing, her cunt was responding intensely. She was no longer surprised at all that it was her cunt forcing her, leading her, pushing her along with her son. She wondered what made Brian. "It's just Shake 'n Bake." Not when you cook it, Samantha." My dad slapped my butt with a grin and left the kitchen, going upstairs to change."Ten minutes, Daddy!" I called after him.Our life had been like that for a long time. I don't know exactly when I'd started doing all the cooking, but I'd been young. I liked doing it. I really liked taking care of my dad and I liked the way he always appreciated it, not going overboard or anything, but just in the little ways. The way he kissed my cheek. She made a decision and slid a sheet of paper out of her folder and handed it to the young woman. "This is our job offer."Rosie looked at it, then went back and reread it very closely. "This is more than I thought it would be." Actually it's competitive with the salaries being paid in the local area. Insurance companies and banks tend to underpay. We are a 24-hour a day shop, and have to do a lot of games with mirror-imaging to get our backups done. I'll warn you, if you accept, you'll be on.