Becky went back to school and tried to fit back into the daily routine. She found it hard; the Easter holidays had been her first real taste of the high life and she had enjoyed it. At 10 years old Becky was in the last year of primary school but her intelligence and experience set her apart from her schoolmates; she acted mature beyond her years. During the first week back her teacher, Miss Hazelwood, noticed how much Becky had changed. She asked her what had been happening in her life but Becky just laughed and said "Nothing! Except the brill holiday we went on..."

Miss Hazelwood accepted Becky's reply at face value, but decided that she was going to keep an eye on the precocious little girl.

At last, after what seemed like an age, Friday came around. Spring had spread a warm sweet smelling blanket over Cambridge and Becky was truly 'full of the joys of spring' when she skipped the three hundred yards home from school. As she got closer to home the happy little 10 year old saw that there was a large car parked behind her father's. She didn't know what it was, but could tell that it must have cost a fortune. Whooping loudly she ran the last part of the journey and, not wasting time searching for her key, banged on the front door with an impatient fist. David opened the door and she slipped by calling out.

"Helen! Dawn! You here?"

Helen was standing in the living room in front of the oil painting David had painted in the days before work had take over.

"Hello Becky. How are you?"

"Becky!"

Dawn ran across the room and threw her slight arms around her new friend and lover.

Once everyone was reacquainted they sat themselves down, Becky sandwiched between Helen and Dawn. They talked of what had been happening in the week; of taking Philip and Susan back to school, Becky having settled back in to her school. The excitement of the week had been when Dawn had been caught showing her cunny to a boy in her class. Her teacher had been cool about it but had asked Helen to help her in stopping Dawn. Helen had been amused, but worried about the risk of people finding out what was happening in the Jameson home. She'd had a long talk with Dawn about not exposing herself to anyone who hadn't seen her naked with her family. Dawn had understood, but the 6 year old was so excited by all the sex she was having that she found it hard to keep it a secret.

After a long time chatting, interrupted only to make some sandwiches and open some bottles of Coke, thoughts started to drift towards sex. It was strange, now that their holidays were over, there was a tinge of nervousness in the air; a thought that what was so wonderful on St. Lucia could never be repeated. Of course it was Dawn that brought things out into the open. She got up from the settee and crossed over to where David was sitting. She climbed up into his lap and hung her arms around his neck.

"Can we have sex now?" she asked, and David just smiled back at her and kissed the end of her button nose.

David stood up with Dawn in his arms. Turning to Helen and Becky he grinned. "Are you two joining us?".....(cont)