I could see three white silhouettes standing there together on the beach. Me, Grandma, and the girl. "Is it okay if I go into town tomorrow and get a ...copy of this?" I asked her."Sure, sweetie," she replied, "Do whatever you want with it."My gaze returned to the six by four photo in my hand and I felt the most incredible sense of euphoria mixed with shock wash over me.The girl was looking at me from my distant past. It must have been about twelve years ago when it had been taken. And she looked. It read:'All the best honey, good luck, although you don't need it. You are myhostess with the mostest!Love,MichellexxxPS. Take a cab on me. I want you there looking perfect!'Michelle had enclosed twenty quid for which Candi was most grateful. Itwas a long way from Chelmsford to the Goldwing Airlines offices inLondon.In the back of the cab Candi re-read the card Michelle had given her,kissed it for luck, and put it away in her handbag.This was going to be the real test. A double test. She. "Oh honey, let me help you. I have something better than that for you," she said. She got up and went over to her chest of drawers. Opening the bottom drawer, she reached in and pulled out a large object. I couldn't see it well at first but, when she turned around, it became clear. "Oh my god, Kelli, what the fuck?" I said, shocked. "Yeah, you could say that. How do you like my toy?" she asked, smiling mischeivously. Kelli held up what she had pulled from the drawer - a black ten inch strap-on. ‘Fine by me,’ I thought as I u-turned for home. As I walked in the kitchen, I saw a commotion outside the kitchen window. In the distance, I saw my mom and our Mexican gardener, Luis. Luis was a tall, rugged looking man. At least 6’4” with a husky build. Mom, on the other hand, at age 44 was still a looker. Upon closer examination outside, Luis was doing more than just looking. Mom was kicking and screaming as Luis was fondling her right in the garden! Mom’s khaki shorts covered her shapely,.