It was past 6pm when we arrived home, not late at all, but it had been a long day. "I think pizza for tea girls, what do you two think ?" I ask. "Ya...y, pizza" they both reply. "Ok" I continue, " I'll bring your cases in Sky, Jenny will show you around, and I'll just nip out and bring back our tea" "Ok Daddy," they reply. Jenny continues, " yes Daddy, of course daddy, love you Daddy". Again they both laugh, Jenny is teasing me, and we all love it. Sky has two cases which I just put inside. I even spoke to you at her funeral, but you were distracted.’ ‘Sorry, Connie, that day’s blurred. I don’t remember seeing anyone who was there.’ Connie squeezed my hand and kept hold of it. I had tears well up in my eyes, but fought them back, checking that Katie was still playing safe. ‘Sorry about Freddie, I liked him.’ I played Sunday golf with her husband Freddie Evans until seven years ago. He told me he was worried leaving Connie all alone after he passed, as he had been diagnosed with. As they saw us walking past their house it seemed strange they were polite, smiling at us, and inquired why there wasn’t running water from pipe, at their new home. I advised them to wait until water dripped on their tank off floater. Sometimes a spurt came out, at intervals, I said. We both stared at the young woman’s outfit with dissimulation, as she wore tiny tight pants, or shorts, leaving a mark of her asscrack. I could consider the mound marked through the panties. Almost a cunt slit. " I wasn't sure what it meant, but I found myself nodding in agreement. Many girls can and do look gorgeous, but very few ever approach a single minute of perfection. Rachel stayed perfect for several consecutive months between September of 1957 and February of 1958.When I talk about perfect, I'm only talking about the physical, cosmetic gifts, because Rachel didn't necessarily score well in some of the other categories, like personality and intellect. She wasn't stupid, but she was a little.