I grinned, wondering more what Rachel would do if she had any idea what was in store for her Callie

I grinned, wondering more what Rachel would do if she had any idea what was in store for Callie. Instead I said: "Being with you two will be my pleasure!" "Now, everything is in the oven. Why don't we just sit and talk?" "Would you like to have an other glass of martini?" I asked mother and daughter. "Martini? Er, yeah .. . . sure." Callie and Rachel agreed.

Rachel settled on the couch. I brought three martini glasses and sat down beside her young daughter on the couch. "Here's to fun and happiness," I said brightly as a toast. Our glasses clinked together. "Yes, to fun and happiness," Callie was relieved to find her mother in such good spirits. And the glasses of martini made them both even more reined.

When I served Rachel and Callie their third, the girl asked curiously: "What happened last weekend with you and dad, mom?"

"Oooh, we-we had some private differences," Rachel said vaguely.

Callie took that to mean sex. "Did he find another woman?" she asked boldly. Callie knew that men in mid-life were often drawn to younger women. The divorced father of one of her friends had even tried his best to seduce her.

"There was no other woman," Rachel replied, her tongue loosened by the glowing warmth of the martini. "Your father found me playing with myself." "Ooooh!" Callie flashed a knowing grin. “But you mustn't tell him that.”

"Good, I'm glad you understand." Each time I had gone to pour martini, Rachel sat down a little nearer to Callie when I returned. They were quite close now, near enough to touch.

"Was it exciting?" Callie asked. "Playing with youself, I mean." Rachel giggled. "Yes, it was. Very!" The girl's deep brown eyes gleamed with envy. "I'm still a virgin. The biggest thrill I've had is some guy feeling my tits." "You do have the kind of body that attracts attention, Callie" I said warmly. "For one so young, you've really filled out."