He had quite a number of tattoos, some of which hadthe crudity of prison tattoos. He was introduced by Max as Chunk. I tookthat to be a nickname. Magg...ie sat in the back with me and we chatted allthe way to Leicester. Max talked to Chunk and received some grunts inreturn. I got the distinct impression that English was not Chunks firstlanguage.The Pink Porcupine club was not huge, but would probably accommodate wellover a hundred, possibly as many as two hundred. It looked a bit dingy indaylight,. "I thought if she kept talking, maybe she wouldn't be worrying about her sister. "So did you ever get any real sex education?" Father made sure that we didn't get into any of those classes. He is the preacher of a small church, and is very opinionated on sex education. He tried to shut the entire program down and replace it with some material from Focus on the Family. The only time he said anything about sex or love was to scare us into waiting for our husbands."I remembered the white marks. It's you. I step to the door, wave to Sherry and her mom as you bounce in. I quickly close the door so they cannot see the hot kiss we exchange as you press your little body into my waiting arms.Holding you at arms length so I can finally fill my eyes with you, 'Have you eaten baby girl'?'Yes Daddy, I got a sandwich at school'. Tugging at the clasp on my slacks, 'Oh Daddy, I want to go straight to bed but I need a shower first'.'We'll take one together darling baby girl'.You run to your room. I sat, pulling you down with me until you were kneeling on the floor between my jean clad thighs.You seemed a little frustrated at my being overly dressed, my hand batting yours away from the zipper on them. I was simply teasing and felt my heart trip when you gave a little growl murmuring “Please Goddess let me in.” I could feel the tension in your frame, the need and desire built up over the past weeks of conversation. All the best intentions were flung to the wind as you kissed me again,.