Had to concentrate. I got into the lingerie show, relieved to find that it was a girl at the counter. She looked at me with a strange mix of disgust a...nd professionalism, but it was obvious that she didn’t want to fuck me. Which was almost a pity, because I’d never been with a ... focus! Focus. I was here to get a bra.I grabbed the first D-cup that I could see, and in the changing room, sighed with relief. It fit. A tiny bit snugly, but I was definitely a D-cup. I went to buy it, but couldn’t. This is going to be the second honeymoon we never had time for.”“And third and fourth and fifth,” chuckled my Dad.“Caroline, get ready ... we’re leaving in five minutes.”“OK, Daddy” – she looked at me for a split second and left the room.“Richard?” Dad was using his ‘serious’ voice.“Yeah, Dad?”“You know how much your mother and I, love you and Caroline, correct?”“Yeah, Dad – I know, and so does Caroline.”I wonder what this is leading up to?“This is the longest cruise your mother and I have ever. Black sand and ashes soon replaced the grass again. The trees were gone. Hunger filled the air and desperation covered blanket-like the land. Fresh plumes of smoke rose from the ground and lava spewed from hundred growing mountains, thundering a song of rage. Then she saw her. That same white hair now fluttering behind her in the storm, she crouched down in the middle of jagged rocks and ice and trembled. Pain wracked her face and tears streamed down pale cheeks, but through sheer will the. I meant that way you wouldn't get tanning lines," he added smiling."You don't like tanning lines on a woman?" she asked, her heart fluttering."Why should a woman cover up the things that most make her a woman, her most beautiful and alluring feminine assets?" Perhaps she wishes there to be some mystery. By not revealing everything, she can promote an even greater aura of mystery," suggested Jan."True, it does build expectation, but ultimately if she want to be fully appreciated, she needs to.