It was around 9:00 am when Frank awoke that morning. Cursing to himself, he left his bed, and proceeded to the bathroom. After finishing his "business", he proceeded to slip on a hotel robe, since he was only wearing a pair of boxers, and headed to the sitting room.

Since his daughter wasn't watching television, he headed over towards her bedroom door, and listening for a moment, he opened the door, peered in, and seeing his daughter still asleep, knew that he was right about forcing her to go to bed "early".

He closed the door, and walked towards the phone. Picking up the receiver, he dialed room service, and placed an order. He also asked a few more questions, and made a second request. He made a second call, which only took a minute or two. Then he went back to his daughter's room, and entered.

Amy was lying face down on the bed, her head, no longer on the pillow. She had always been a "roller" in bed, and it looked like she hadn't yet grown out of it. The bed's duvet had worked it's way down to the foot of the bed, and the hem of her nightgown, had ridden up. 

He stood there, looking at her, admiring her body. He admired the shape of her small, to him, frail little body. He admired the way her little girl panties conformed to the shape of her body. Her perfectly sculpted body. His mind was a jumble of conflicting emotions. Thinking:

"I helped to create this." contemplating all of the responsibilities he had assumed, and fulfilled, as her father.

"Damn her for discovering boys." This, despite the fact that he knew it was inevitable.

"How can she be so grown up, when she's still so young?"

Even more went through his head, but he knew he couldn't stand there forever. He reached forward, and brushed his daughters arm. She didn't respond. He moved his hand a little higher, and gave her shoulder a slight shake. Still she remained motionless. He finally woke her with a series of gentle caresses of her head, namely her cheek, her chin and her forehead.

She rolled over onto her back, her hands wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Morning pumpkin."

"Morning Daddy."

"Are we awake yet?"

"Almost." Then she attended to more important issues. "What time is it, and what's for breakfast?"

"Almost 9:30, and fruit, pastry and drinks should be here any moment now."

"Good." Then she remembered why she went to bed "early" last night. "Daddy, where are we going today?"

"Let's see. You have to meet this boyfriend of your, when?"

"One o'clock or so."

"Actually, I talked to the boy's father yesterday afternoon. He'd already asked about you're going to the beach. Of course I said yes."

"So then why did you give me such a hard time about going?"

"I'm your father. It's my job." His face broke out into a smile. "Probably the most enjoyable part of the job, at any rate."

"Daddy. That's mean!"

"That may be, but it's too bad. It is, after all, the reality of being a father."

"It's still mean." She knew she had lost the argument, that really wasn't an argument. She still had one last card to play, though, to turn things around in her favor. As she said it, she started one of those little girl, puppy dog, pouting sessions.

"Is it also mean to change your schedule?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, since they were treating you to a day at the beach, I decided that the least I could do was to offer to cover lunch. After breakfast, we have to go down to the kitchen and pick up the hamper prepared for ya."

"A hamper?"

"That's what they call a picnic over here." Then you all meet up for the 10:30 boat!"

"Daddy!" She jumps up, and gives him a hug. The act of rising off the bed, lowered her nightie, before she could realize that her panties were on view.

"Hurry up, and get ready. Breakfast should be here by now." As he said this, there was a knock on the suite's front door. Frank went to the door, opened it, and motioned the waiter to wheel in the trolly. Signing the receipt, he left a generous tip, and rolled the cart over by a bay window, so they could watch the ocean as they ate.

Amy, meanwhile, was rummaging in her luggage. She had found an appropriate sundress, and had also grabbed some underwear to change into, when she realized that there might not be anywhere to change at the beach. She went over to her dresser, and pulled out the black bikini from underneath her sock stash. Dared she wear it today. David had already seen her in her Spongebob bikini. Should she wear something else.

Finally, she decided yes. Slipping out of her dorm shirt, and her panties, she took a nail clipper, removed the tags from the suit, and slipped it on. She covered it up with a modest sundress, bright yellow one, that matched the flip flops that she slipped her feet into. Grabbing a couple of towels from her bath, she put them into her beach bag, on top of the underwear, and the tanning lotion, book, and magazines that she planned on taking with her.

She left her room, depositing her bag on a large chair by the front door, then headed towards her father. Picking up a plate from the cart, she filled it with freshly cut fruits and melons, and several croissant, with butter and strawberry jam. A large glass of juice waited for her, Frank was drinking coffee. She curled up on the couch, being careful not to spill anything as she devoured her meal.

"Slow down sweetheart, there's plenty."

"I just don't want to be late."

"Their meeting us by the pool around 10:15 and the kitchen will have your picnic ready long before then."

"I just don't want to miss the boat."

"And if you do, there's another at 11."

"But that's a whole half hour of doing nothing."

"Like you plan on just laying out on the beach."

"That's different."

"How?"

"Doing nothing is much more fun on a beach, than sitting on some old dock, waiting for a boat."

"True." With that, he left his daughter alone to finish. As soon as she was done, she went back to the bathroom, one last time, then carrying her bag, she and her father headed downstairs.

The kitchen had their hamper ready, and after Frank signed for it, with each grabbing one of the wicker basket's handles, they headed back towards the elevators. Frank had to carry the whole basket himself to get it through the locker rooms. 

When they arrived at the dock, they waited only for a couple of minutes before the Martins arrived. The kids took the initiative of introducing their parents to the others. Frank and Amy thus were introduced to Francis and Jeanine Martin. After the usual round of pleasantries, they were interrupted as the coastal taxi arrived. The children, the adults and all their paraphernalia were safely loaded aboard, and just before setting off, Frank left and then waited on the dock as the boat pulled away, waving until it was almost out of sight.

Amy was fascinated. The boat took almost twenty minutes to travel to the nearest tourist beach. All the while, Amy sat at the rail, looking out over the water, at the land that quickly passed them by. Then all too soon, they arrived at the beach. Several hotels used this facility, along with other numerous locals, so there was a small dock on one end. This the boat pulled up to, and it was only a couple of minutes before the foursome gathered their belongings, and themselves, and disembarked for a day of fun in the sun.

Leaving the dock, they headed on down the beach. They walked almost the whole of the length, before David's parents agreed that they should stop. Setting down the hamper, and their bags, the adults proceeded to set up camp, while the kids, who had decided that they should strip down to their suit's the minute they arrived proceeded to undress.

David didn't hesitate a second. His flip flops flew through the air, as his hands reached for the waist of his shorts. Pulling aside the elastic, it was only seconds before they were down around his ankles. Stepping out of them, it was only a couple more seconds before his t-shirt followed. Clad only in a speed, he was ready for a day at the beach.

Looking around, he was slightly surprised to find that Amy had only managed to slip off her flip flops. His look kind of said it all.

Now that she was there, Amy was hesitant. She stood there, with her hands on her dress, poised to gather it up, and slide it off, over her head. Yet she just stood there for a full minute, delaying the inevitable. Staring at the beach around her, and at David as he slipped out of his clothes.

Finally, she had no option. It was past the point of delay. When she saw David looking in her direction, she knew she had to. Her hands grasped her dress, pulling the fabric up her body. When she had pulled up enough, that she was amble to grab the dresses, lower hem, she raised it above her body, her head popping out of the neck. She dropped the dress to the sand behind her. And not acknowledging anyone, she just stared out over the water.

It was at that point that she realized that the world had not come to it's tragic end. She had not died. And when she again, looked at the world around her, no one even cared that she was standing there, in a swimsuit so skimpy, that she might as well have been naked. The beach was deserted. They were the only ones there. David and his parents didn't care.

David's only response was a quick, "Finally. Wanna grab a quick swim before lunch?"

"Sure! Race ya to the water."

The two kids bound down to the water's edge. Without stopping, they ran into the surf and started splashing each other like the youthful idiots they were bound to be.

Swimming a little further out, they progressed to trying to forcibly dunk each other under the water. This went on for half an hour or so, until Mrs. Martin called for them "to come eat something!"

Reluctantly, the kids swam the short distance back to the shore. Running up to his mother, David had only one question.

"What have we got?" He ignored that while in the water, a large umbrella had miraculously appeared.

"Let's see." With that Jeanine opens the lid to the large lunch basket. Inside they found several Tupperware containers. One contained sandwiches, ham, beef and turkey. Another contained olives. A third contained other cut up veggies. Also, there were fresh grapes, apples, pears and peaches. A couple of batards of French bread and a sizable chunk of locally produced artisan cheese also revealed themselves. Two bottles of water for each of them, and two, still chilled, bottles of white wine.

Amazed at the selection, they spread out on a large beach blanket, lounging under their umbrella. Each helped themselves, there was plenty. Amy was surprised that the Martins let their son have a glass of the wine with his meal.

"Why so surprised dear? Here's a glass for you too." With that, Jeanine handed the girl her own glass of the wine. No one cared. They all just enjoyed the food, and the wine, responsibly.

After lunch, Francis declared that he was ready for a nap. His wife decided to join him. Admonishing the children not to disturb them, they began removing their clothing, just like the kids had done before lunch. Amy wasn't surprised to see that Mr. Martin was wearing a speedo. He was, after all, fairly well built. And David was wearing one himself. Mrs. Martin on the other hand was a different story.

"Um, Mrs. Martin?"

"Yes dear?" She stopped applying suntan lotion on herself, and turned towards the child.

`Um. What happened to, where's your, ah?"

"Come out with it child.

"Your bathing suit. It's missing..."

"Yes?"

"Where's the top to your swimsuit?"

"There isn't one."

"What?"

"This is all there is!"

"You mean, you bought it like that?"

"Yes. Cute isn't it?"

"But, your, um, are , um..."

"I know. I don't mind. And I assure you, no-one on this beach, except probably you, cares."

"But it's not decent?"

"Back in the states, maybe. But here, everyone, well almost everyone, is like this. A lot of kids your age, are wearing even less. And no one is worrying about it. Just look for yourself."

Amy looks around. In the hour and a half since they had arrived, the beach had begun to fill up. All the men, and half they boys were wearing swimsuits. But a lot of the kids her age, and younger, were wearing nothing at all. Almost all the women and girls, were not wearing any kind of a bikini top, and again, almost all the girls her age and younger, were nude. In fact, of all the people on the beach, the suit she was wearing, which she actually thought was so small, was actually the most conservative on the sand. She even saw a number of girls her age, and older, wearing thongs!

"Davie!"

"Yeah mum?"

"Do you have a problem with your mother showing off her bits on the beach?"

"Nope. It`s OK. I almost wish I was still 12 again meself."

"See dear. There's nothing wrong with it. Besides, before you leave here today, you may be doing the same."

"I don't think I could."

"Don't knock it till you try it sweetheart. It's really not that hard. All you have to do, is take it off, and then forget for the first five minutes, that you're half naked. Once you realize you're still alive, it won't matter any more. Here, let me show you."

"I'm not sure I should. I don't think daddy would like me to..."

"Hush. Sometimes, what your daddy doesn't know, is what's right for you!"

"Now lie down." Amy lies on her back. She is not sure if she want's to do this. But she is even more sure that she has to do it. She can feel Jeanine's hands as they move towards her neck. A slight tug, and the knot around her neck comes undone. Another tug, and the knot at her back is also undone. "Rise up a second dear." Jeanine instructs her. 

Amy complies with the command, and in a moment, with her head turned upwards, she can see that she is holding her bikini top in her right hand. Amy almost wishes she had it on still, but now that it's off she's relieved. She still hasn't exposed her bare chest to anyone yet, but the decision to remove the top has been made, and acted upon, and it wasn't her fault!

"Now whenever you feel like it, just forget that you're not covered, and roll over onto you back. Pretty soon, you won't even care!"

"People do this all the time here?"

"You saw for yourself. You were probably the most overdressed person on the beach. Funny thing. Once you noticed all the others, you were probably more self conscious about being covered, than you will be, being uncovered!"

"I don't think so."

"You may surprise yourself. Funny thing how the mind works. Most people are more concerned about conforming to the group, than they are with conforming with their beliefs."

"You sound like a psychiatrist."

"I am one dear. So I know what I'm talking about."

With that she steps over to her son. David is busy applying lotion to the front of his body. His mom helps him with his back. Soon, he is sufficiently covered to insure against sunburn. Amy however isn't, and Jeanine is aware of this. She whispers some instructions into David's ear, then heads over to her towel, to begin a very important nap.

David walks over to Amy. Kneeling in the sand, next to her, he fills his palms with suntan oil. Warming it up, he then leans over, and moves to apply it to the young girl's body. Too absorbed in her own concerns to pay attention to what was happening around her, Amy is startled as his hands first start touching her bare back.

"What are you doing?"

"Mom said you needed some sunscreen."

"Oh. Ok I guess. Thanks."

"Don't mention it. Just stay still for a few, ok?"

Amy complies with his request. Within moments she is completely enamored of his soft, gentle touch. It seems that a former sitter had taught Davie how to massage a girl, to maximum effect. Something his mother learned several years after the fact when after moving to America, she came home from work, exhausted, and David had given her the best neck massage of her life.

David treated Amy to a nice selection of his massaging skills. Soon, she was so relaxed, that she was again not paying attention to the world around her. She had also managed to completely forget that she was topless.

After five minutes or so, David needed her assistance. "Roll over please."

"Ok!" Without even thinking, Amy rolled onto her back, exposing her little girl chest to the wild world for the first time.

David proceeded to cover the front of her torso with lotion. Amy was enjoying the experience so much, she never even thought about him covering her scant breasts. His hands moved in circles. Alternating slow, then fast. There wasn't an inch of her exposed body that he did not caress. Even her arms and legs submitted themselves to his ministrations.

When he was done, he didn't say a word. He just stood up, grabbed his towel and spread it out on the sand next to her. He spread himself out, laying on his stomach. And before closing his eyes to the world, facing his friend, he lowered his right hand onto her chest. His finger just brushing against her tiny nipple.

The two laid there, side by side for over two hours. After awhile, they began alternating rolling over, in an instinctive pattern to ensure that they did not burn. 

Francis was the first to awaken from the family's communal slumber. "All right you lot. It's time to get up." With that announcement, he roused his wife with a kiss to the cheek, and a hand caressing her breast. "Come love, it's time."

After the usual round of moans and groans of protest, she was awake. Francis shifted his attention to the two kids. At first it didn't dawn on him, but after a moment, he realized that Amy was topless. Looking back at his wife, his faced asked the question for him.

"She could have put it back on any time she'd wanted. It's lying right next to her!"

Francis looked down, and sure enough, her top was sitting on the towel, next to her miniature body.

"Wake up you lot!" and with that announcement, he leaned over, and placed a well aimed swat on each of their upturned behinds.

Both kids gave out a little yelp. David rose immediately. Amy quickly followed. It wasn't until she saw her top still sitting on the towel, that she remembered she was topless. Her hands moved to cover her chest. And she just stood there for a full minute, trying to gain the courage to lower her hands so she could physically reach down, grab it, and put it on.

But then the futility of the idea finally hit her. Here she was, topless for the last couple of hours. No one made a fuss, and despite a small amount of lingering embarrassment, she changed her mind, and chose to remain topless.

This decision was pointless, for Mr. Martin instructed the kids to help pack everything up. They put their clothes back on, and picking up their parcels, now much lighter after lunch, they headed back towards the boat landing.

The landing had a locker service, so depositing their belongings, they were now free to walk into the town overlooking the beach for some shopping.

Bypassing the usual junk shops, they soon entered an area with some more conventional shops. The men decided to hit a small bookstore, while the girls went into a boutique next door.

This shop catered to beach goers. Rack upon rack of swimsuits filled every corner of the display room. Jeanine couldn't resist the urge to spurge. After all, she was on vacation. She even offered to buy Amy another suit or two, provided she got to pick the first. Amy wasn't stupid. She immediately agreed, without thinking about the consequences.

Jeanine immediately headed towards a children's section. Selecting a rack, she realized that it contained suits for kids older than Amy. She moved over to another, and checking the tags, motioned Amy to come join her. Each of them chose one suit for Amy to try on.

She grabbed the second suit from Jeanine, and headed towards a changing room. This one was more conventional, in that it had a number of individual stalls, but with only a curtain across the door.

Amy stripped off her sun dress, and bottom, and tried on the suit she had picked out for herself. This one was a one-piece, bikini bottom, pink with a small yellow daisy on each hip, where it would have been tied if it had been a string bikini. It fit fine, so Amy slipped it off, and reached for the second suit. This one was a pale blue. But when she took a close look at it, she was actually quite surprised, at first. 

At first, she thought it was another bikini bottom suit, like she had just tried on, but this one was quite different. It was actually a two-piece suit, yet, it mainly consisted of strings. It was a thong suit, with only a small triangle to cover her genitalia. But it was the fact that this triangle was actually smaller than the two triangles that would cover her nipples!

She didn't know if she dared to even try it on, but since it would probably offend Jeanine if she didn't, she shrugged, said "Why not?" and proceeded to try it on. It took her two tries to get it right, the small triangle piece on the bottom slipped as she was tying the thigh strings. She finally got it right, then headed to the showroom to check with Jeanine.

"What do you think?"

"It's perfect! It's like it was made to fit you."

"I don't know. I don't think daddy would appreciate it."

"You must understand dear, when in France, you must act French."

"But I shouldn't have even tried it on! It's too revealing!"

"But it looks so good on you. Besides, how often would you even wear it back home? But think of how it will feel hiding in your drawer?"

"I suppose I could show it to mom and promise only to wear it in the back yard."

"You could even wear it once or twice over here without him even knowing?" This question asked with a raised eyebrow.

"But what would your husband think?"

"He really doesn't worry about such things. But if he'd actually say anything, it would probably be to say that I should have gotten one for myself!"

"You wouldn't? Would you?"

"I have found one that's kind of close. An even bigger question is what would David say?"

"He'd probably offer to apply sun screen every hour or so!"

"He is at that age, isn't he?"

"What would happen if he was wearing something similar, and I made the same offer?"

"Somehow, I think he would take you up on it. But I would insist on giving his cute little bottom a slap before you were done!"

"But they wouldn't make something like this for boys? Would they?"

"Not exactly. Over here, thongs seem to be the purview of women. But I'm sure they would have something similar!"

"What would they say if we got them each one?"

"Better yet, buy em, then hide their other suits."

"You're mean."

"No, payback is just fair play. You find something for David. I'll worry about Francis."

"Ok. But I gotta change first. What`s his size?"

Jeanine tells her "Age 13/14, or somewhere in the area of 155 centimeters." And remember, light blue."

"OK." With that, Amy heads back to the changing room, while Jeanine continues to search for herself. When Amy is again, properly dressed, she grabbed her 2 new suits, and took them to the front register.

She then heads over to the boy's department. It takes her several attempts to find a rack with his size. Jeanine is also now looking for a suit for her husband. Amy is successful first. She pulls out a simple, blue suit for David. It is two toned, with a dark blue, inch wide elasticized band around the waist. Suspended from this, the front looked like it wasn't big enough to do it's job, while the back would nicely show off his cute little buns. Only 3 inches wide, it might even ride nicely up into his crack. Clearly it wouldn't show as much of his body, as the thong bikini would show of hers, but it would show it off quite nicely!

She waited until Jeanine had found one for Francis. They then headed towards a cashier, and Mrs. Martin paid for the purchase. Amy's went in a small bag, while the other three went into Jeanine's.

The were just coming out of the store, when they noticed the men walking back down the street.

"So did you ladies find anything interesting?" Francis asked his wife.

"One or two things."

"Anything I'd be interested in?"

"Maybe. Plus something for each of you gentlemen!"

David, stood next to Amy. "I can't wait to see what you bought."

"Yeah. I can't wait to see how you look in yours!"

They began moving, continuing their conversation as they meandered their way down the street. They passed a number of interesting shops, finally stopping in front of a store that specialized in lingerie! Jeanine was all for stopping here, but Francis didn't think it would be proper, considering that Amy wasn't their daughter.

"I don't mind. Besides, I glad you want to go in. I was wondering how to ask about it myself."

Jeanine looks at her. "You need some things?"

"No, not really. But it can't hurt to look."

David takes the lead and opens the shop's door. They all enter. Jeanine is immediately entranced with the store's selection. Francis is interested as well. Walking past displays, wondering what his wife would look like in each item. Getting harder every minute.

David on the other hand, having not been in a store like this since he was a young boy, was thoroughly mesmerized by what he was seeing. The display mannequins were making him hard. He never stopped to think about Amy in any of the garments. She just followed behind, stopping once in awhile to ponder what some of the more interesting items were.

The kids were soon separated from the adults. Jeanine was fascinated by what she was seeing. Soon, she had a small selection of items, and was wondering where she could go to try them on.

She inquired of a clerk who pointed her to a wall that had several curtains. Three were drawn open, so going to one, she looked inside. The room was small, a little larger than a prison cell. One corner held a tri-paneled screen for modesty, while the other corner contained a three-paneled, full body mirror. The room also featured a comfortable chair. She motioned her husband to enter, placed her garments on a table, and instructed her husband to get comfortable, she'd return in a minute.

She went back out into the sales room. She found the kids, they were at one of the side walls, looking a display of stocking clad mannequin legs. She showed them where they would be, explaining she was in the dressing room. The kids, guessing what was going to happen, stiffled some snickering.

When Jeanine was gone, the kids wandered some more. Soon, they came to a display of some shockingly skimpy bras and panties. The panties were barely lace panels in the front, and thongs in the rear, while the bras would only cup a breast from underneath, leaving the nipple, almost fully exposed.

Searching through the display, Amy discovered a set that was labeled 12 ANS. She realized that it would probably fit her. With this discovery, they back tracked to several other displays that had caught their mutual interest. Surprisingly, most contained sets that were in Amy's size as well.

Taking several with them, they soon had a handful of samples as well. They wondered if they dared. If David's parents could use a changing room, and Amy had decided she wanted to buy something here as well, couldn't they use a room themselves? There was still an open curtain next to the one occupied by Francis and Jeanine!

The headed over, stopping at his parent's curtain, David knocked. His dad poked his head through the curtain, and David told him where they'd be. Then he followed Amy into their salon.

Jeanine, when she found out what was happening laughed at the kid's boldness. Neither believed that the girl was actually serious about making a purchase, but the child had made up her mind. She was insistent that she would go home with some "grown-up" underwear!

Amy headed behind the screen and undressed. She selected the first piece they had picked up. She put it on. She smoothed the material out over her body, and then, summoning her courage, she stepped out from behind the screen. She walked over to her friend, and once there, stood a moment, before turning around.

David's eyes almost blew themselves out of their sockets. The ensemble was perfect! After completing her turn, she simply stood in front of him, waiting for him to respond to her body. His hand reached up of their own accord, caressing the curves of her body. His hand reached around her, caressing the flesh of her hip, the small of her back, her ass, and finally the back of her leg. The feel of his hand upon her, awoke an excitement in her she had never felt before!

All too soon, she stepped back behind the screen and removed the bra and panty. Before setting it aside, she looked at the price, and decided that she could afford it.

She then proceeded to try on other outfits like she had the first. Each showed off her body well, but not as well as the first. And with the last, she tried one last bit of daring. Remembering that she had been topless for most of the early afternoon, and that he had seen her topless, she simply removed the skimpy little bra she was wearing. She turned before him, one last time, before she went back behind the screen to remove the thong she was wearing. She put her bikini bottoms back on, then the sundress. She left the items she wasn't buying on a table in the room. The two that she was buying, the first one, and a sheer fabric, shorty nightgown, with a thong panty, in yellow, she took up to a clerk, who finished her purchase, and let her put the items, and her receipt in the bag she had gotten at the Bikini outlet.

The waited patiently for another fifteen minutes before the adults finished their little peep show. Jeanine came out with three garments which she purchased for herself. As they left the store, Jeanine asked Amy "if she had found anything she liked?"

"Kinda, but I think David likes it more that I do!"

With that both kids, David having overheard her, started laughing, so that nothing else could be gotten out of either of them.

Since it was almost four o'clock, Francis suggested a quick pastry as a snack before heading back to the boat. All agreed, and entered a small pastry shop. They split two presses of coffee, the children splitting a press of decaf. They also had a sample platter of fresh pastry, the names of which they didn't know, but which were delicious.

After their snack, they returned to the dock, where they collected their beach supplies. It was only a ten minute wait before the boat arrived. The short trip back to the hotel was over quickly. The two kids chatting away about nothing, while the two parents were discussing their plans for the next day. Jeanine had an idea that she broached to her husband who readily agreed.

When they arrived back at the hotel, the two ladies took the personal items back inside while the men took the picnic basket back to the kitchen. While in the elevator, Jeanine asked Amy a question.

"Tomorrow, we have an appointment at a Euro-spa. Would you like to join us?"

"A what?"

"A Euro-natural, health spa. You know, Jacuzzis, saunas, massages, wraps."

"Really? I had heard about luxury spas before, but never thought I'd get to go to one!"

"You just ask your dad about it tonight, and then give us a call. It's an all day thing, so we'd have to collect you before 8:00."

"I'll ask, and let you know after dinner. Is that ok?"

"That shouldn't be a problem dear."

By this time, the elevator had reached the 5th floor, so Jeanine exited, and Amy continued on to the 6th floor. When she arrived back at the suite, she found her father, still hard at work on his designs. Sneaking up behind him, she planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Hello pumpkin. Back so soon?"

"So soon, I'm half an hour late."

"Really. I was so busy, I hadn't noticed. Good thing I told the Martin's there was no set time back, otherwise I might have to be mad at you."

"Daddy. You tricked me!" In truth, she had kind of dreaded her return. She was almost half an hour late, and she knew it. She feared some type of grounding, or worse. Instead, it seems that her father had abolished a curfew, and forgotten to tell her.

"So how are your drawings coming?" She was a little jealous of his work. He, after all, seemed to pay more attention to it, than he did to her.

"Are we really interested?" He asked this, because normally, whenever she showed interest in his assignments, it was usually because she wanted something.

"Well, if you get the job building the new wing, we can probably come back here, cant we?"

Ah. Could his daughter be enjoying herself? If so, it was probably because of her new friendship with the Martins. He was a little happy about this. His daughter was chaperoned. And after all, they had seemed to be a decent set of people. There son, Daniel, or whatever his name was, seemed to be a good kid too.

"Yes. I would have to spend a considerable amount of time here. Although if that were the case, they would be getting me an apartment."

"With a room for me?"

"I'd probably have to pay extra for that amenity myself. But I think that could be arranged." 

The child started jumping in place in her excitement over that announcement. 

"Although." 

That brought a halt to her excitement. `Althoughs' usually did not mean anything good.

"Flying you over here would be an expensive proposition."

The child was almost crestfallen.

"But on the other hand, I do have a large number of frequent flyer miles just going to waste. So a couple of trips a year, wouldn't be that expensive."

The jumping resumed. She hadn't really expected to be flown over every weekend. That wouldn't have been reasonable. But several trips a year, usually around major school holidays, and over summer break was what she was hoping for. Wouldn't her classmates be jealous over her spending her summers for the next couple of years on a French Riviera beach?

Another huge hug and a swarm of kisses soon followed.

"Easy pumpkin! You'll mess up my drawings."

"Sorry daddy. Hey daddy?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"What are we doing tomorrow?"

"I have more work to do. I have to have the bulk of these rough plans sketched out by Tuesday before the `Comit de Directeurs' comes and I'm out of a job for losing my boss a very," with this he plants a quick kiss on his daughter's forehead. "very," another kiss, "very," a final kiss, "big client!"

"Oh. So would you mind if I went with Mrs. Martin tomorrow?"

"What?"

"Do you mind if I go with Mrs. Martin tomorrow?"

"I heard you. I meant to say where."

"Oh. Some kind of spa."

"A spa?"

"Yeah. You know, facials, wraps, perms, spas? A `ladies day out of pampering' she calls it!"

"Ok. That shouldn't be a problem. So just you girls?"

"Yeah. I think so. I guess she decided it would be more fun to go with someone she knows."

"Ok. Let her know, and find out what time you have to be ready."

"Oh. I already know. 8:00. We have to take a train at 8:37."

"Oh. So this is to be an all-day thing. Wait. I seem to recall there being a spa in the hotel."

"This one is bigger. And I guess better!"

"Ok. I'll have you ready." Amy hugged her father once again. "Enough of that. Go get cleaned up and we'll go somewhere in town for dinner."

"Ok!" With that pronouncement, Amy heads off to her room. She cleans herself up, and comes out wearing a shorts outfit, pink bottom, pale blue blouse, with white sandals and ankle socks. A barrette in her hair completes her look. But she is sentenced once again to spend an hour or two, watching television, waiting for her father to finish up his work so they could eat.

This time, she wanders onto a promotional cable show that outlines activities and services for tourists in the area. She watches in the hopes that maybe she could find an idea for something to do over the weekend.

She's kind of surprised, after half an hour, when the television screen features a group of people sitting in a hot tub. The women are topless. This doesn't worry her, but then the camera focus' on a woman as she exit's the tub, and then it shows her being given a massage. In both shots, she is completely naked, with the camera framing her rear end, quite nicely. The screen then goes to show other things like a sauna, mud bath's and other things she doesn't recognize. She wonders if the place she and Mrs. Martin are going to tomorrow is anything like this place. It finishes with the shot of the outside of a building, that looks like a large marble palace. She decides not to worry about it, and concentrates on the show, but for the rest of the program, it is nothing but beaches and high-end shopping.

Her father finally finishes, and after cleaning up himself, they head out of the hotel. A friendly cabby takes them a short ways down the coast, and the end up having dinner at a small beach-front caf where they both have a dinner of omelets, with Swiss cheese and mushrooms, and then finished up with a nice salad and dessert, tiramisu. Amy thought it funny to have eggs for dinner, and then a salad, but she made the best of it, and afterwards she admitted to her father that dinner was actually, "pretty good!"

All through dinner, the two sat at their table, staring out over the water at a number of boats passing in front of them, the local fishing fleet was setting out for a night's work. They talked about many things, many of no consequence, just a typical conversation between a father and his pre-teen daughter. Every time the conversation seemed to steer towards something of importance, namely David, he always managed to deflect it towards another direction. He just couldn't admit that his little girl was growing up.

They followed dinner with a stroll down a sidewalk bordering the beach, headed back towards the hotel. When they return, Amy is exhausted, and Frank finally ends up carrying her piggyback through the hotel, into the elevator, and then to their room. Once inside, he deposits his daughter on her bed, and instructs her to hurry up and change, so he can tuck her in.

Amy, still exhausted, goes over to her dresser where she grabs her new sheer nightgown. She puts it on, not thinking that her father will be returning momentarily. She climbs into bed, and covers herself partway with the duvet. She lays back, and waits for her father to come back.

Within a couple of minutes, Frank returns, knocking on the door before entering. He enters the room, and sits on the edge of the bed. There is only one light on in the room, on a small table on the other side of the bed, so the room is almost dark. So Frank has to check his brain twice when he realizes what it is that his daughter is wearing. 

Although he doesn't make a point of the nightie, he resolves to discuss the issue with her mother when they get back home in another week or so.

He kisses his daughter on the forehead, and on the way out, he is questioning himself about whether he liked seeing his little girl in such a provocative outfit. In the end, he reminds himself that it's his daughter, and to punish himself, he goes back to work. 

He works for another couple of hours, completing a rather large drawing of a concept for the front, roadside edifice of the proposed building. He decides that he has had enough work for the day, and calls it a night. Before he goes to bed that night, he calls down to room service to request a 7:30 am breakfast and a 7 am wake up call. 


The end of Day 3