" I have a daughter, Joanne Dunleavy. Do you remember her?" Vaguely. I remember she went away to boarding school when I was about thirteen years old. ...I've seen her a few times since then, in the Summer, but we've never spoken during those times, except to say hello, or mostly, just waved to each other." Do you remember coming to her birthday parties, before she went off to school?" I do, now that you mention it. She came to a few of mine as well. We weren't that close though. More like we were. I'm... too... weak... to... move," she said in a quavering voice. "I... didn't... know... you... were... going... to do... that!"Ken lowered her feet to the floor, wiped his mouth, then rose with his rigid pecker doing a dance in front of him. "Dana, I just didn't know how else to do it, to show you. I'm sorry if it shocked you, but couples do that all the time, and there's nothing wrong with it. Do you understand any better now?"The girl sat up and rubbed her thighs with clammy palms. "A. I don't feel comfortable exposed like that. Everyone can see." Look, if we go about half-a-mile up the beach, there's a little lagoon and we'll be alone. You'd just be in front of me. This is no more revealing than a bra and panties. Just try it on."She reluctantly agreed and went into the bathroom to change. I sat on the bed and waited ... and waited. Five minutes went by and I stood, walking to the bathroom door and tapping lightly."You okay in there?"A pause. "Yeah. It's just ..."She opened. ‘Sure. Give me your address and number, and I’ll pick you up at…what…seven?’ I asked. ‘Perfect, Rick,’ Carolina said, relaxing a bit and reverting to being sexy. She wrote down the information and, glancing at her watch, said, ‘Mmm, gotta go now. See y’all Saturday, sugar,’ she oozed, sashaying out. I grinned at her southern pronunciation of the word ‘shug-ahh.’ Part 2 The party was a bit stiff. The hostess had gone to a Seven Sisters college in the northeast and there was a sprinkling of those.