The situation was essentially normal when he walked into the house. The TV was blaring, and Henry was watching the afternoon cartoons that were really... too violent for him, but what could you do about it? Tiffany was sitting at the kitchen table, working on her homework. Math, it looked like.And that was as good an illustration as any about why Mike didn't worry too much about having Tiffany come home from school, and watch Henry. There was no telling her to do her homework; she'd have it done.. ? With those words I actually forgot my predicament. No one drives my Jaguar but me I thought. I totally forgot my place and raised my voice. ?You’ll drive? Do you even have a driver’s lic...? Before I could finish my sentence this little 15 year old girl turned around swinging her right hand and, with a resounding ?Whack?, connected right on the left side of my face. It took me so by surprise it actually knocked me off my feet and I found myself on the floor looking up at her. . I became conscious of Peter's hand idly stroking my knee as we talked but I had to disturb him as I answered an urgent need to empty my bladder.When I returned the boys had drifted into talking about their various experiences with girls. I sat back down with a replenished glass of wine and Peter resumed his position. Maybe the alcohol had loosened their tongues because the conversation became more and more explicit as they related some of their exploits.Peter's hand was starting to get more. She rubbed her hands together. She then reached out, rubbing the American girl's breast. She jumped back in surprise, and both American's laughed. The girl looked really confused, but the brother suddenly pointed to his sisters tan lines, and said something to her.Micol laughed as the girl made an 'Oh' expression, then laughed. She also pantomimed pouring oil onto her hands, and she rubbed them, looking at her brother and giggling, her nipples stiffening in the hot sun. She said 'thank you'.