I like older boys that are at least in high school ~ I just don’t think the boys my age they can’t do the same things with me that my daddy and my... grandfather’s can do with me.” She thru her hands up in the air while shrugging her shoulders and said, “I just know what it feels like to have a real man’s ~ you know ~ I like the bigger sizes inside of my kitty cat because their things ~ are like ~ big yellow ripe bananas if you know what I mean?”Then she slipped her middle finger inside of her. I am single and work as a writer for a publicist in London. My mother died of cancer ten years ago, and it took my father a while to get it over it and move on. Six months ago, my father rang me to say that he had met a beautiful woman named Monica Lopez from Scilly and that they'd eloped. Obviously, I was happy for him.So, here I am sitting on a deckchair in the sunshine of Southern France with my father and his beautiful wife. I should say, my drop-dead gorgeous step-mum. She was the same age. It was about three weeks later when I had the chance to test my theory. Sally had given a presentation after work in the conference room. We work in central London and our conference room is on a mezzanine floor with large windows looking out on to the street. Although the window could not be seen directly from the street, there was a bus stop directly outside. Any passenger on the upper deck could see straight into the room. I stayed after the presentation to help Sally clear away. As we were. ‘Come, come! The picture is going to start!’ she huffed, grasping Claudette’s hands and tugging her into the theater. Herr Ziegler rejoined his fellow officers and followed suit. After the film ended, Mamette quickly ushered Claudette home, lest she have another interaction with the Nazi officer. Claudette, still embarrassed from her earlier transgression, allowed herself to be shuttled home and before long was settled in by the hearth with a battered old book. Some hours later, a knock came.