John scheduled two matches a day for me for the entire week. It was after one o’clock by the time I got to the club. Lissa was waiting for me. The h...igh I enjoyed from painting stayed with me through our training match and I painted the court with the ball. Lissa and I worked for an hour before John ushered in Ben Jones, a top ranked player from the Pro Sports Club. I got a five-minute break before I was returning Ben’s serves and dropping back into my zone. I was going to have to remember this.. Wearing just a little nightie (shorter than the ones I wear these days, all you who try to find out what clothing I have on when you message me!), and a big pair of knickers (it’s my security blanket, okay?), I proceeded to relax and finger. I had read about this body part called the “clitoris” – an awful word! And I knew what a “vagina” was. Whilst I knew what these things were, I had no idea where they actually were. Using a mirror and trying to compare these parts with the rubbish picture in. She was a little drunk from the wine still and wanted to ride me some more and to be really quiet. We weren’t quiet enough because Kristin made a noticeable grunt that made it evident she knew what we were up to. A bit later Kristin woke up again and complained that her back was hurting from sleeping on the floor. She asked if she could hop in bed with us. It was still storming very bad and Camille said that she was more than welcome to. So here I am. I start to think about the fact that. ”“Elusive how?” Karl presses.“I don’t know,” Howard shrugs, slowly turning the cup around in his hands while staring down at it. “I mean, she just seems to be hiding something. Maybe it’s nothing, but he her father so of course she would cover for him if he were hiding something from me.”“Do you really think she’d go that far?” Karl asks, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.“Wouldn’t you for your old man?” Howard asks, almost snapping out the question as he finally looks up from the cup.Karl.