That's what Australia Day is about.So, if that's what it's about, why am I afraid to let my family out on Australia Day? Why do I keep us hiding insid...e when the weather outside is glorious? I'll tell you why. It's because of the colour of my skin, the shape of my face. It doesn't matter that I live here, that I've grown up here, that the only language I speak is English, that when I go to church, it's the Baptist church down the road, that I've never left Australia; no, none of those things. I looked in her eyes and she pressed her body against me again and we kissed, our lips and tongues and teeth all working together in a display of wanton lust. She jerked on the towel and it came loose and fell to the floor. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me all afternoon” she whispered, “I hope you won’t disappoint me”. I lowered my head down so I could reach her breast and sucked a nipple into my mouth. I hooked my thumbs under the straps of her thong and slid them down past her knees, letting. It replaced his old one, a name he truly hated because of his size: Mr. Short Legs. Vic was short and skinny, only five foot six and a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet. The new name the guys gave him was much more to his liking. Vic’s next revelation came about an hour later when the guys and him were standing by the diving pool watching both guys and girls dive into the deep water. They were just watching everyone when an older girl started climbing up the ladder right next to them. . I so desperately want to just appear at her door and clutch her warm tender body to Mine. Yet, to follow that blind instinct would be folly. she would merely slip from My fingers spilling to the ground and become one with the earth. So with patience My hands simply cup to lovingly hold her essence until she can return fully to Me. It has been said that yesterday is but a memory and tomorrow but an illusion. I had but 270 yesterday’s with her, yet, how wonderful each one of those days were..