Everyday was different. The chill of the wind was evident even within her robe yetsweet Yas just knelt there, near naked, beside her. Her servant was ...ow coveredin gooseflesh and gently rocking on her knees. The girl was in obviousdiscomfort but kept her almond eyes on her Lady. "Wellthen", thought Patricia, "so it shall be," and spoke to hergirl.?? "Darling,didn't you bring some pastries?" "YesMiss." "Well,let's have a taste tnen." HerLady made no move so Yas picked up a cherry danish and held. Anyway, I have to catch the bus. I’ll call you later and let you know what happened.”“Thanks Squirt. See you in three weeks. I assume that’s still on?”“I’m still working on who to bring, but it’ll happen. I double-checked with Dad.”We said goodbye and I hung up. It looked like the chickens were finally coming home to roost. I wondered exactly what kind of punishment Jeff would get, and what the fallout for my mom would be for trying to pay off the girl’s parents. I felt bad for my dad, but I. 'More like you're just scared shitless. Chicken.' That made me laugh as I shot him another lingering look. He was watching me as well, and as my eyes finally really met his he lifted up his hand, pointed at me with his index and then beckoned me. I looked back at Camille who was raising her eyebrows and made a little 'go on!' gesture. I once again put my focus on Mr. Fuck, kicked my chin up a notch, turned around and pointedly walked in the exact opposite direction, towards the bar. I was just. But opposite situation is very rare – only few fathers will bring their daughter (if they are not very little children) to the mens locker room. Anyone can understand this situation as a improper, because certainly some man will be stare at girl, as in women shower nobody will stare boys, only they are afraid of about their own daughters. And now I wanted to tell about absolute exception of this rule, which happened in one small European country in one small town (only 8000 persons living.