One of these days he came over with a parcel. Savoring a good glass of wine he said: "Look what I got three weeks ago!" In the parcel there was an old diary. It was bound in red velvet and closed with a brass lock. The key was in an envelope together with a letter, written by a female hand.

He continued: "Monica is a very good friend of mine and I'm the godfather of her daughter Alison."

I remembered having seen him often with a woman in her late twenties and with a wonderful little girl of about ten years. He confirmed me that this was Alison. She was visibly very close to him and a bright happy kid. She had long blonde hair. She was tall for her age, slim and with a bewitching smile. When she walked, her hips were swaying as if she were a model. Well, I learnt later that she was a model for special jeans -and underwear.

She was always wearing those tight-fitting jeans that featured her round, muscular little ass and her long legs and of course the lines of her panty! Her top was at least one number to small enchanting male eyes with two tiny little swellings and short enough to show the tan on her slender waist and the cute piercing in her bellybutton. Farther down there was the elastic band of her panty with a famous brand name. She was a real little lolita flirting with me openly. But her mother and Alec encouraged her in her behavior and she was never sluttish but always innocent and girlish.

I was lost in these thoughts and didn't realize, what Alec was saying, the only thing I heard was:

"....this parcel, when I came back from a long trip to Europe, together with the following letter." He took it out of the envelope and read it aloud:

"My dearest Alec!
Thanks for all the picture postcards you sent us! Alison and me can't wait seeing you back home. Hopefully we'll meet next weekend - okay?

To pass the time till Friday I send you something to read. Do you remember the time when we met? I found my diary when I was tidying up our cellar. The last time I read it was, when Alison was born and I had my divorce. It was such a hard time but Alison and you and all those good memories kept me up and showed me that life is worth to be lived!
My diary helped me to review my youth and to decide how to educate my beloved daughter. when I was so alone - no, of course, you were always there to help me, to help us! and I'll never forget. Thanks a thousand times!!.....(cont)