”“Mom, cut him some slack. He and his friends do use those words. I know I’m not supposed to, but in THIS case, it was warranted.”“Care to t...ranslate for the ignorant American?” Jocelyn asked.“Uh, no,” I said. “If I say THAT word out loud, you WILL get to witness an eighteen-year-old having his mouth washed out with soap.”My mom nodded, “Exactly. Your father is going to lose it, Mike.”“I know. That’s why Jocelyn and I are here talking to YOU. She’s partly cover, partly moral support. Dad won’t. I got on the train in a first class carriage (using the card he gave me to pay for his dry cleaning and that was going to pay for a good night out for me and a couple of friends tonight) and was joined a couple of minutes later by a hot looking guy who smiled nicely and sat opposite me, we got talking and I told him what happened he said I should get my own back so I explained I had one of his credit cards and was going to max it out before I told him to get lost, he thought that was funny and. ‘Oh, God, Jason! Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!’ Her body strained wildly against her young lover’s. Slowly, ecstasy faded to pleasure, then pleasure to contentment. Jason lay atop her, resting on her breasts, too weak to move. His penis softened slowly, then slid out of her and, when it did, he rolled off her. Jason rolled off and lay on his side, looking at her, sorrow in his eyes. Karen kissed him. ‘Jason, that was so wonderful!’ she told him. ‘I’ll always cherish this time we’ve had together.. "Well, let's see them, then," I said."Right away, Larry, right away. I'll just check that they've got changed. They were all supposed to bring a costume but you know what models are like." Alessa wandered off in the direction of the hall. She returned moments later. "All ready, Larry, darling," she said. "All ready. You sit down and we'll give you a show. Oh, I brought some music."She slipped a CD into the hi-fi and pressed 'play'. Strains of the Beautiful South spilled out of the speakers..