”The two men stopped and stared at her. “What is that supposed to mean?” growled Bill.“Look,” whispered the young woman desperately. “This... is more important than you can possibly imagine.”“Why?” asked Bill again.“I know from what you said the other week that you don’t like this new Nazi party, and I know you are both ex-army. You were both KOYLI, we need that.”Both men started in surprise at that statement. “We’re not soldiers any more.” Ted’s reply was softer and less aggressive now.“No. But. Don't you worry. It's fascinating to me. It looks like it's so sweet." He kissed it for her. "Absotively, YUMMY!!! She smiled at his words. "Posilutely. It's yours, now. We were told how we were part of the family, now. We share, TOO!!! All ya have ta do is tell me. Ya can have it any time ya want. Jus' like the others, though. I want it ALL inside me. EVER' TIME!!! By the way, I like doggy, and missionary best. It always feels SO DEEP!!!" She reached around behind her, and turned the water. I saw a side of my daughter I thought never possible, coming on thirteen she was exhibiting her femininity in a very sexual way, the fact she was showing everything showed she was one step from actually having sex, and it was this fact that awoke a deep longing in myself, for that elusive feeling all those years back, that eleven year old girl being naked in bed with that dirty old men, and feeling him inside me.My thoughts were disturbed as the screen showed my daughter walking into her room. She was tall and quite good looking, with a narrow face with high cheekbones and huge, silvery-grey eyes. “I think I’ve seen you around here,” she addressed Anne, “but not your, ehm, pet. Anything symbolic about the cherry?” My... girlfriend - I decided after a small mental discussion with myself that I could think about her in that term - let go of my hand and giggled again. “You could say that. Isn’t she just the sweetest little cherry, and I’ll not get started about cherries that have.