Eventually, I decide to break the silence.“So, What’s the plan for today, Jo?”“Oh not much on today, Luke. I’m just going to chill out, prob...ably go for a little cycle later.”I tell her good luck, no chance of getting me on a bike.“Why don’t you come with me? I get bored on my own, you can borrow Tom’s bike.”“No chance, I haven’t been on a bike for years.”She grins, I love her grin. It’s a kind of lopsided smile which is usually accompanied by a wrinkle of her freckled nose.“Come on, you know. Really needed to shoot my load. So I chose a sixty years old man in the list of connected and contacted himMe: Hello, want to chat?Him: Hi, okMe: I'm bi, marriedHim: Same for meMe: Hmmm I want to turn myself on with youHim: HhummmmMe: I have been stroking myself for a while ... I'm starting to get wetHim: Hummmm, are you well hung ?Me: normal, 15 cmMe: I'm in underwearHim: Naked and me 11x4Me: Hmmm your wife is not there?Him: No, she just left to workMe: CoolHim: And you?Me: Mine is still. When I told her she simply shrugged and said, “who cares,” and snuggled deeper into the embrace of Sofi.I put on a bathrobe and wandered, still half-asleep, down to the kitchen. With my brain still befuddled I blundered around making coffee. Trying to look posh I loaded a tray with a pot of freshly brewed coffee, a jug of milk, a sugar bowl and three delicate cups and saucers. Usually it was just grabbing a mug of instant before dashing out of the door to get to work but today felt special.. “You three will be sleeping in there, so go!”“I’m not sleeping on the couch?” I asked.“No,” Dad said. “I’m using the couch.”I glanced at the girls as we headed for the bedroom doorway, wondering if our parents were manipulating things again. They were. They confirmed that once we stepped into the bedroom.“Just leave the door open,” Jennifer called out. “And don’t crawl into bed with those damp swimsuits on.”“Where’s my nightshirt?” Kylee asked.“I didn’t bring any. We’re at the beach, girls. You.