She lost it, she buried her face against my hand. ‘God Jack – please – please, I can’t lose you again, I can’t.’ she pleaded. I set the ...pen down and lifted her face up. I took my other hand and wiped her tears away. ‘Shh baby.’ I said softly. A new note to my just for her voice. A just for my wife note, my partner, my best friend forever. ‘All this means is I acknowledge I’m that tiny baby girl’s father. Not that I am leaving with Beth, not that I am leaving you. Is it complicated? Yes. Is. If people are prepared to…”“What about prepared!” man sharply interrupted Marlene’s speech. “You are not simply walking, but simply slut!” You suffer here severe cold only to show herself to other people. That is called exhibitionism. And if girls are doing this kind of s...t, then they are sluts and nothing else!”Marlene burst into tears, second time today. “Please, don’t be cruel. Let me go, please!” begged she.“I am not going to arrest you,” was policeman now more generous, when she saw girl. This kind of help could be vital. I noted that it warned about a second long sand spit at the end of the island. This one moved around a little each winter, so, again, a healthy avoidance was called for. Land-lubbers often prefer to sail near the shore ‘for safety’; it’s often the worst decision to make as the water is shallower, rockier, rougher.After fifteen minutes, a tray of coffee and the bread I had bought was brought up by Sarah, Joanne followed with a jug of milk that had been provided. I'd left my bedside lamp on, so I knew he would definitely come in and turn it off. I heard his car pull up, and moments later I heard his footsteps up the stairs. I closed my eyes and pretended to be sleeping, and was shocked to feel a hand rubbing my buttcheek. I was unbelievably excited. Then when he took his hand away, my mood dampened, only to shoot into utter euphoria when I heard him suck his finger and start rubbing it around in my crack, tickling my tiny 14-year-old A-Hole. I knew it.