His own father, the youngest of the previous generation, had died in a car accident when Simon had been ten. In the seven years since, Ryan Peterson h...ad done all he could to fill that void."How's it going Uncle Ryan?" Simon said as he walked into the living room of his uncle's apartment after letting himself in with the key he'd given him."Can't complain," Ryan replied with a smile, "and even if I did, who'd listen?" I would," Simon grinned back."Yeah, you would," Ryan agreed."My mom said you. Pausing, obviously 'annoyed' to tie the sleeves of the bright orange 'channel Twenty-three jumpsuit' round her small waist before turning to 'stalk' sullenly over to the long-hauler."Coming down!" A voice from above suddenly sang, heralding immediate descent of a heavy, black equipment case."Shit!" Yoshi exclaimed, barely managing to catch it before impact. "Watch where you're throwing that crap!" She added angrily upwards."Whoopsey!" Yuba smiled sweetly downward. "My bad!" Standing on the edge. She admitted to herself that she had liked her father's touches! So, she didn't blame her father. In fact she wished that she and her father could resume their closeness. The only way that would be possible would be for her mother to take up Uncle Bill's offer of a job. That would enable her to be alone with her father. But could that happen?As luck would have it, her mother came into her room one evening. "Are you asleep, dear?" No, mom." Can mom speak to you for a while?" Of course you can,. ." Rachel responded to his earlier compliment.“I can make you better Rachel,” he whispered into her ear.She smiled as his hands started to wander. “But I thought you said I was magnificent?” She replied to him playfully, as his hands slid to her athletically toned, yet curvy butt, and grabbing hold. “Oh, you are..,” he said.“But do you want me to make you ‘even better’, Rachel?”She leaned back in his arms, and his eyes once again captivated her as he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Rachel.