I headed for Grace's place. I didn't really know what to say to her. I guess I would play it by ear and see what happened.I really envy people who hav...e a plan and work toward it and complete it. It seems like I was not one of those kind of people. It seemed like I was blown about like a tumble weed.The Trade Winds Beckon... When I arrived at Grace's house, she was just getting there herself. I went to her car to see if she had anything to carry in. I grabbed some of the sacks and helped her get. I asked Selene how I'd recognize her. She said, I would know when I saw her.And see her I did. She was dressed in a schoolgirl's outfit. While not outwardly slutty, it had sex written all over it. Tartan skirt, stockings, white blouse that fit tightly over her tits and library glasses. Somehow her red hair seemed longer and brighter in sunny Las Vegas. I saw her at the same time she saw me. She sauntered over to me with a nervous but excited smile.“Hi daddy,” she said. “You going to look after. She would have lowered her eyes, but the firm way in which Taylor fixed her eyes did not allow her to look away. “I mean... I... I don't know...”, Michelle began, but Taylor shut her up by simply lifting her index finger, never saying a word and never taking her eyes off Michelle's. She reached out and put her hand on the chair that had its backrest pointed at the room. Taylor turned it around and Michelle looked at it. The chair was identical to the one Taylor sat on, black leather cushioning,. . . - No, we need to go places, we have things to do and you are coming with me. - Can’t we do it later???? Was my poor pleading for mercy . . . . - No, wake, wake, and with that she slapped my ass . . . . We had a bit of a breakfast and off we went. – Where are we going? I managed to ask while she was driving. – We are going to the mall first. I want to buy some boots and a vest I saw advertised. Then we are going to an specialty store I saw on my way home.