We went for a meal (always the most boring part) and then to the local bars. Drinks flowed and inhibitions were abandoned. In one wine bar, Mark kept ...pulling me onto his knee. I was wearing tight cream pants and a flowing see-through top and it was apparent that the outfit did something for Mark. When he pulled me into his lap, I felt his bulge rubbing against me. Oh yes, I’d completed my own personal challenge there and then.Mark offered me a lift home in his Porsche and, although I suspected. "Bellinger? Bellinger you say? Yes, there was something, a month or so back. Why is this of interest to you Ned, you are not working on one of Sherlock's cases are you?"Holmes answered in a calm tone that hid his discomfort at the mention of his illustrious cousin's name, "No Scotty, I am working on one of my cases." Really, I doubt if it will involve the Bellinger's then. Old money, with no hint of scandal. Not likely to be mixed up in ... Well, how shall I put this? One of your cases!" Thank. "No guy has ever gotten sick just by looking me."I smiled back at her pretty face."Now just because I'm here doesn't mean anything," she said looking mean. "I'm a virgin and I'm going to stay that way until I'm married." Oh," I uttered."Oh crap," she snapped. "I didn't mean to say all that. I'm not sure why I did. Anyway I'm glad you're better, now I must go, your mum's here and waiting outside." T-thanks for coming," I said, stuttering again."I'll see you at college," she said and she reached. Stuffed on breakfast chow we both were dressed for the cold weather when we met on the front porch; we strode off. We didn’t discuss sexual intimacies as we walked, our conversation was more pragmatic. There was no question our relationship had changed, we needed to clarify, it was evident that we’d gone from daughter and father to man and woman, she understood, I understood. We divided responsibilities’ I worked, she went to school, I brought home a paycheck, she attained good grades, she.