I was handing Kaye her mug of cola, when Delia burst through the front door.I kind-a wondered for how many years the damned thing hadn’t been locked...; I only ever used the door to the veranda. I made another mental note to find the key and lock the thing.“Oh my god, I’m sorry, Owen!” Delia blurted out.“Sorry for what?” I asked, not understanding why she was apologising to me.“God Owen, we are supposed to be looking after Kaye, she could have gotten lost, or anything could have happened.”“Delia,. He himself had to show up at 11PM. Per plan I checked in the afternoon, went to the spa and then lay by the pool to work on my tan lines. I ordered myself a nice room service dinner, some wine and by 8PM was sitting and sipping my wine in the bath tub. Stuff that Alan had ordered got delivered by 9 and set in the ice box. After the room was set, I pulled out my pink lace thong, pink corset and pink fuck me shoes. Make up completed, I was ready for the boys to show up. I was wet with. My father`s brother who lives in South Africa along with his wife and son came to visit and stay with us.They stayed at our house for 2 weeks. Then they went to stay at my dad`s second brother. It was hard during those weeks. We wanted to have sex. But we couldn`t. But of course we were to find something. The first day went pretty well. We all sat down, talking, laughing, having a good time. My parents restrained from calling me a slut for so many times. if I was alone, even for 1 minute, with. She loved the stories and if they were well written, she could become completely immersed in them. One day it occurred to her that the stories she enjoyed were becoming more and more ‘extreme’, particularly in language, and she wondered about it. She rationalised that it was ‘merely fantasy’ and her sensibilities were changing. It was far less confronting to ‘read the words’ than have them spoken to her. That only happened in her dreams. And she couldn’t control her dreams, so that was.