I even offered her advice about boys although it gave me a funny feeling inside. How I dreaded the thought that her first experience might be by someo...ne who only wanted to use her. Considering her mother was so uncaring that she put a 12 year old girl in charge of grown migrant field workers in an isolated field all alone, it is a wonder she wasn’t raped. No truly loving mother EVER would have allowed this situation to develop. But it continued to happen year after year. I can’t give details. A primitive surge of ownership coursed through Kieren. He shifted his weight and slid his hand up over her rib cage. He felt the underswell of her breast and did not stop until its fullness rested in his palm. Then, he squeezed.Iona moaned and arched her back.Kieren smiled devilishly as he avoided her need for his lips and let his kisses fall back down her neck, then across her collar bone. His lips covered the peak of her breast after teasing it with his tongue. Pulling from it, he let her. Who greeted me warmly enough, accepted a coffee and then, pleasantries out of the way, said,"I came over for a reason, though. First is to give you a message from Debbie – after we talked last night." (I saw Gareth give us both a quizzical look but he didn't make any comment.) "I suggested that she take a break for the day, do some thinking and that sort of thing. In return for which, I said I'd come in and help out in her place, if that's OK?"We both agreed that it was, though I could tell. ’ ‘Received and noted Julia, Pity it had to be a loud-mouth American.’ ‘Some of them are very okay. Will try for a smiling and mute Japanese adventurer for you next time Mr Grumpy. Over and out.’ Hunter grinned. David Camp’s wife Julia was old enough to be his mother but flirted with him outrageously, claiming she was infatuated by his unkempt blond hair and broad shoulders and the attitude of a man-alone city guy who had chosen the bush for success in the city. Julia was addicted to romance.