Snatching at the parcel and scribbling my name hurriedly I was about to shut the door as Steve appeared through the garden gate, the parcel man turned... away but I could see some form of understanding forming on his face, as he passed Steve on the path and nodded a greeting. We live in a bungalow in a leafy suburb, ½ way along a well spaced out lane. At the foot of our front garden in fact enclosing the whole garden is a fair height hedge to stop nosey people gazing into our lives, Jack keeps. The girls' cheerfulfaces didn't fool him."Where are they?" he asked with a look of annoyance."Where are who?" Aki had the same look of annoyance. Hisato breezed pastthem to check the bathroom, closet, under the bed, and then the balcony.He even lifted the bed to make sure that they weren't hiding there. Itprobably looked obnoxious."The boys? You think you can deny it. I can smell there...." He lookedfrustrated, not able to state what that scent was. The smell of semen wasvery distinct, and the. Clearing my throat I replied with "oh, hey" After talking with 'uncle jack' for about 10 awkward minutes I realised I could never have intelligent discussion of any kind with him and was relieved when he fucked off back into the living room. I'd lost the momentum now but at least Donna knew I'd remembered what happened all those years previously.we had been talking regular shit for about 25minutes and her body language said everything, not only did we both remember but we both wanted a part. Although he couldn't see what 'this' was, he could understand she might need to change, so told her he'd wait outside, which made her relax a bit more. He wasn't trying to worm his way in and anyway, he did have her keys and could have just opened the door if he had wanted to.She quickly closed the door, stripped off her t-shirt and put a bra on before putting the same t-shirt back on and then dressed in her jeans and joggers. Hastily grabbing her mum's nightwear and some undies as well as a.