Now I was perspiring so much from the practice that my grey top was wet and sticking to my chest and the outline of my bra was clearly visible. I coul...d sense all the guys there staring at my chest but it was only after practice was over and I went to the washroom and realised that my top was wet. Honestly it was almost like I was not wearing the top and the mere thought of the guys staring at my chest was kind of a turn on. Anyway I controlled myself and wrapped my stole around my top and left. ‘Is this where you met mom?’ She looked up at me, her green eyes shining. ‘Yes it is. Six years ago now.’ She squirmed in her seat, obviously unsure whether to ask her next question. ‘Can I use your little camera again Daddy?’ Emerald asked eventually. ‘Sure. But you won’t get very good pictures of the cars from here in the grandstand.’ ‘S’alright. I like to take pictures of people anyway.’ ‘Okay, here you are.’ I said, handing her my old Fuji. She accepted it gleefully. Gemma appeared down. “I do like you that way, Angelina,” he said with a cocky tone in his voice, left hand in his pocket and eyes dancing up and down at the sight before him. Angelina nonchalantly walked up to the worn antique chair not far from the dresser that faced the plantation view. Her high heels echoed within the stonewall bedroom. She spent the morning sitting there, staring in the distance, hot and annoyed at her inability to leave the grounds - much less the country - as she sweat boredom off her lean. I thought it would be fun to provide the girls with a sure thing and see what happened.We were sitting at our usual table when Robby and Brian walked in and sat at the bar. I waited for the boys to order a beer and settle in before I pointed to the bar and said, “Hey Joan, They look like a couple of good prospects. Want to give it another go?”“They are very cute, but I’ll be damned if you think I’m going to be humiliated again.”I had picked on Joan because I knew she would say something to that.