As for her and Michael, beyond that phone call, I have never seen of heard them together again. I have no idea how many times he fucked her while I wa...s away, or since I have been back in town. When I finally came home, she told me, "what is done is done" and that I would not have to worry about my precious "reputation" or concern about what my family and friends might think about her past. She made her position perfectly clear: I created this situation and will have to live with it. When and. He had to return to his partner who had helped the drunken (what else?) operator recover.There would be questions and police reports and who knows what else, so Rayna packed up and left the beach, going to her aunt's house just a few steps from the boardwalk.When she got home, it was almost supper time, so she washed her hands. (Her aunt always insisted that she wash her hands.) Then, she helped prepare the table, and while doing so, told her aunt what had happened.Her aunt took pause, staring. She checked the quality of the shave with her fingers and ran them around my testicles to hunt them in their sack. Her mouth was open, she frequently licked her lips and I could feel her eyes watching as she slowly wielded the razor. With the shaving done she dunked a flannel in the bowl and carefully washed off the residual shaving cream. She stroked my soldier to wash him. With a towel she dried and again stroked, many times to ensure I was dry. She gave a final check, ran her fingers over. She kissed me this time, but not like a daughter – her tongue went into my mouth and she pressed tight against me, her body pliant and yielding. I kissed back, long and hard, my mind fogged by her beauty, until I regained my senses and moved away. ‘Janna no, we can’t – darling, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known and I want you more than anything on God’s green earth, I won’t deny that – but I’m still your father.’ I was trying to make one final attempt to be a good guy and not the.