Shirley began calling "CQ" on HF but received no answer. She said we would try off and on during the day and evening."Jack, there are a number of band... and frequencies on each band. It's not surprising that we didn't get a reply on our first try." I understand, Shirl. It would have been nice to have made a contact." It was quiet and I heard a rhythmic grunting from another room."Ed and Janice seem to be making contact." Shirley said and giggled.I looked at her and gave her my best leer. "There. Until we both agree that it isn't working, and we have to consider the alternative."I paused, expecting a response, there wasn't one, "Look, just think about it. And you can see this Heather woman at the same time."I sat and looked at her, she just looked back, searching my face for I don't know what. After a pause, I stood up and said, "Come on, lets go and see some of the other things while you think about it. I suggest that we do the house as the sort of last thing, the wind down. I believe. I make up my mind and dash out of the bathroom towards the bedroom door only to find it dead-bolted shut. I froze in front of the door standing naked in full view of my father as he stroked his dick.I looked up to see is eyes taking in every inch of my body. I could feel his eyes groping my breasts and squeezing my ass. All the guilt and shame I just washed away were starting to return. I kept my head down and walk across the room to laundry basket. As I bend down to grab a towel I feel his. “Good morning Jean”That made the hair on the back of my neck stand up, I turned around to find Mark overlooking my shoulder, the affect this young man was having on me made me giggle like a little school girl. He asked what I was doing and I told him about the party and if he was interested in going, he agreed then went back outside. I walked to the bathroom to splash a bit of cold water on my face when I noticed the laundry basket had been disturbed. I flicked through it and found my recently.