When she got tipsy enough to tell him, he said it was a tradition, whatever that was, to get fucked on your birthday. Had she been fucked yet today?Sh...e said she hadn’t, at least as far as she knew not understanding what he was referring to. Maw used the fuck word a lot but she could never figure out exactly what it meant. He asked if she’d like to do it with him.“OK. Ah’ll give it a try,” she replied and he took her hand and led her behind the same bushes where her Maw had a man on top of her. He stopped. “What does that mean?”“Dude it’s … “ then I looked at him. “It’s important.”“How important?” he prodded, but it was the prod of a friend. A man with whom you shared intimacy. There was a bond. There always is with the good ones. The good men that you connect with.“It’s the most important dinner of my life,” I said, not even considering how melodramatic that sounded.“Well … hell,” he mused, scratching his bearded face. “Never thought I’d see the day.” He turned, heading into his cold. There were no tan lines around her breasts. The smallness of the bikini tan line made me think of a Wicked Weasel bikini bottom. I couldn't’t wait to see the rear. She pulled the towel closed and tucked it in just above her breasts and sat back down on the bed and continued to dry her hair. Sitting on the bed she was facing me drying her hair, every now and then looking up to see if I was watching. She would bend over to dry the back of her hair showing me her cleavage wrapped in the towel. At. I was a nightmare. I would argue, chat back and generally be a pain in the backside until Dad offered to take me in and see if he could straighten me out.It was like someone had flicked a switch and we got along brilliantly. I started getting good grades again at school and my teachers remarked that the change in me was for the better.Id started at secondary school and puberty had begun. I started to grow taller and was willowy with long legs. My Daddy would tease me about my appearance saying.