” “I’m sure we can keep it interesting.” I said. Looking up at me she smiled and said, “Yeah, maybe we can keep it interesting.” She of...fered a delicate hand and said. I’m Abigail. You can call me Abby.” Still holding her hand I said, “And I’m Kenneth. You can call me Ken.” Abby giggled and my feeble stab at humor. When we were next in line for take-off and the pilot pushed the throttles forward, Abby grabbed my hand. “This is the part of flying I don’t like,” she said as she closed her. The party was set to start at six o'clock on Saturday evening. The Wednesday before the party I had to fly to Dallas for two days of meetings with a client. The bank planned a big dinner party for the meeting participants on Friday which meant I would have to stay over and come home Saturday. The best arrangements I could, make for Saturday was a flight at one o'clock in the afternoon, which would arrive in Raleigh at 4:45 PM. This would give me time enough to get home for the party but I. I came out and helped until all that could be done, had been done.I grabbed my tea and we both thought a dip in the backyard pool sounded good after all of the sweaty work we'd just performed. I quickly changed and jumped in the pool, shivering at its coolness. I was enjoying my self when I heard the backyard door from the house open.I'd always thought my sister was a pretty girl, but right then and there, she walked out in a wonderfully small and tight sky blue bikini.She noticed me looking at. There was no inappropriate touch not even an exchange of words, nothing the day seemed ruined. So I got into my car and then I got a text message on my cell it was from you. You wrote that we should meet in the bar of the H.H. in three hours, we had much to discourse. Before we know it we were both sitting in the bar drinking sampan cocktails and talking about everything and nothing. The hours went by, and the sun came down, but we kept on talking. Then you asked me to dace and I said yes. .