During my schooling, I met and later married Mr. De Boise, a very intelligent Frenchman twenty years my senior. Due to a physical problem, he was impo...tent which left us incapable of producing children. Had I been aware you sainted mother had gone to her final rewards when you were born, I would have returned to your father in haste. Other than your father, I have never been with a man; not even Mr. De Boise.Last evening your father and I were consuming a considerable amount of Ale and began to. There is literally fluid all over the inside of your thighs from where your legs were rubbing together while sitting on the stool in the bar. I ask you, "Are you that wet because you'd like to fuck those six young studs at the bar?" You lower your eyes to the ground and answer, "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." I tell you to raise your leg up and place a foot on the hand railing that's attached to the wall. You tentatively do as instructed, balancing on the one slutty heel that remains planted on. I knew that my best play was to just stay quiet and try to nap while they discussed, whatever it was they planned to fight about as we headed east...It was almost four hours to the minute when we pulled into the parking lot of the Wrightsville Beach fishing pier. The two of them unloaded the bicycles and trailers, while I removed the small plastic trash bags with our personal items from the truck's interior.Marty had done his research. The purpose of the plastic trash bags was to keep our few. Sue asked if she would mind if she flew the small plane, as it was a lot of fun, especially if they were just going to fly around Florida. The two of them were off to the Aero Park shortly afterwards. I knew they would fly over us and wag the wings to show off a little.Deanne wanted Debbie and Hank to help her buy a car. They tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted, saying she wanted to be like the rest of us and have her own transportation.Phil said he would help her, if Judy would enjoy.