Chapter 611 Down Into Her Wetness:>99

• Although, another track in my brain started playing, why not just keep Sai here, tell dad about us, it was going to happen anyway, why not do it in a way that kept the tension and anger to a minimum? I knew that, given any sort of ultimatum, a choice between dad and me, Sai would choose me. Perhaps we should just tell him, face the music, take our chances with dad's reaction. I would run that one past Sai at a later date, after I'd had a chance to plot out how best to set that particular scenario in motion.
• All our immediate problems resolved, or at least considered calmly, I took to contemplating Sai Fong as she slept. She really was worth contemplating; it was no wonder a posse of boys had trailed around after her from the age of 12; as she got older one after the other asking her out, and all getting knocked back. She had a lovely, firm, tight figure, round and shapely bum, lovely firm boobs, not too small, but not jugs either, thick, striking, bright-auburn hair, long slim legs, and her exotic features, part Asian, part European, all beautiful. She had teased and tormented me for so long, and I'd been scared stiff of her, of what she might do, or worse, what she might tempt me to do. Now it was done, and it felt just grand. I wanted her, and she wanted me, so all else was detail. She was going to have to bite her lip in Shropshire for the next three months, though; it was only June, and her courses started in mid-September, while I would have to remain in London for the summer. The programme I was in was a loan-out to the aerospace industry, so I had several design research projects to get knocked into shape; the money I was getting paid for it would pay my rent until Easter, so it was just too good to pass-up. She would just have to sweat until September, whether she liked it or not. If she could manage the occasional weekend, well and good, but I was definitely locked in until Mid-September.
• When we went home, I'd talk to Dad about the benefits of Sai in university round the corner from me, under my eye, doing what she wanted to do, against the prospect of unleashing her on people who were foolishly expecting to get well at some point.