. except for Tracy. She just flashed him her cute smile, cheerfully shrugged her shoulders and asked, "Well as long as we have to work late, is there ...nything I can get for you Mr. Derrelli ... you know, like soda or something?"David grinned inwardly, but kept a professional look on his face and answered with a simple, "No." Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "Thank you for asking though."It was enough. Tracy happily turned about, and giving her pert ass just a little exaggerated. She pulled it effortlesslytowards a thatched beach umbrella.The sun shade protected the infant in the stroller as she turned it sothe baby could see what she was doing. She spread out her towel and saton the sun bed before applying a protective coat of sun cream to herself.Slowly and sensuously massaging in the lotion and blowing kisses to herinfant. The baby sat strapped in to the wheelchair, unable to move itseyes from the spectacle in front of it. When she was finished she lifted the baby. What can I do to help you?” “Daddy, is there something wrong with me? Am I ugly and hideous to look at? What is it?” There it was again; she doubted her loveliness and beauty. She was probably the single most beautiful and charming young lady I knew. For her to think that was unfathomable. “No, sweetheart, you’re not hideous. Well, maybe right now with the mascara and eye liner running down your cheeks.” I followed that up with some light hearted laughter. She snickered herself. “Yeah, I. . sappy, right?That’s not to say I was celibate that week. Cindi and I made another trip to the storeroom for a go on the creaky worktable. She also picked me up early on Friday for a little morning fun time.Sunday rolled around, and with it, a self-defense class - this time Kickboxing. I had a good time and wished for the millionth time in the last couple of weeks, that Donna was there. Turns out I have a pretty mean kick and I got information from the instructor about taking more lessons with.