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    I said earlier that I was almost obsessed by Ruthie. Now I tell
you: After that afternoon with her, I was obsessed -- totally. She was
never out of my mind for very long, and the sweet fragrance of her sex
hung above my bed like an invisible cloud. I wanted to call her, but I
didn't know her number. I wanted to visit her, but I was afraid to go to
the door, fearing that her father would answer my knock. I don't know if
I was in love or in lust with her, but I knew that I was totally hung up
on this incredibly sweet 23-year-old woman who talked about fucking her
father as if everyone did it.
    The next night, I went out with one of my girlfriends, brought
her home, and went to bed with her. But I could only get off by thinking
about Ruthie. It was a relationship that I had absolutely no control
over, and I was so deeply engrossed in her that I tried to content
myself with waiting for her next contact. I didn't see her for three
days, and they were three of the longest days of my life.
    When the knock at the door came, about 7 P.M., I scrambled to
open the door, hoping that it might be she. Perhaps the gods really do
reward those who wait patiently, because it was.
    "Hi, Jack," she said lightly, brushing past me and into the
room. "I missed you."
    I wanted to scream at her about how I had missed her and demand
to know where had she been, but Ruthie didn't play those games. Instead,
I came to her, took her in my arms and said softly, "Oh, honey, I've
missed you, too. I'm glad to see you. God, Ruthie, I've missed you."
    Our mouths met. Her taste was sweet and fresh, and her mouth
opened freely to admit my tongue. She sucked on it and tickled it with
her own while her hands wandered up and down my back and finally came to
rest on my ass, which she pulled forward towards her, grinding herself
against my hard dick.
    Finally, she broke off the kiss. I tried to pull her back but
she skipped away from me. "Know what I'd like to do tonight?" she
teased.
    "Anything is okay with me," I responded, moving towards her.
    "I want to take a ride. I want to ride out in the country. Can
we go for a ride, Jack?"
    It wasn't what I had in mind, but being with her was better than
being without her so I said, "Sure we can. When do you have to be home?"
    "Probably around eleven. I told him I was going to the library
and to see a girlfriend. Eleven ought to be safe."
    I had figured that taking a ride with Ruthie was the last thing
I wanted, but I was wrong again. Before we got out of the driveway, she
was opening my pants. She said not a word, just took out my dick. As I
headed out of town, half out of my mind, Ruthie took my dick in her
mouth and began to suck. She did things to my balls while she sucked
that made it difficult to stay on the road. Once, on the way out of
town, I pulled up to a red light and there was a cop in the other lane.
I was glad he couldn't see what was going on in my lap, because Ruthie
was sucking me like a vacuum cleaner. Finally, we drove to a dark road,
and I found a place to pull over, next to a corn field. The fact that I
had been concentrating on my driving had kept me from coming, but once
parked, I lay back and waited. It wasn't long.
    My cock seemed to swell to twice its normal size, and then I was
coming, squirting, shooting, emptying myself in the sweet mouth of this
incredible young woman. It was all I could do to keep from taking her
head in my hands and thrusting my dick down her throat. The "ah" and
"uh" sounds that came from me as I shuddered from the force of my need
were purely instinctive. She was a living force that controlled me.
Coming in Ruthie is a very draining experience, in more ways that one.
After three days of waiting, it was worth it.
    She raised up beside me. "I love the feel of your dick in my
mouth, Jack. I love it when you come. It's so neat to drink your come
and know that I made you do it." Ruthie obviously wanted to have control
over a man, perhaps because a man had always had control over her. I
didn't care. I would take whatever she had to offer. She could have
control of me completely.
    "Let's get out," she said suddenly. "Let's walk for a while."
So, we got out of the car and began to walk down the road. We discovered
a small lake, really just a pond from the damming of a stream.
    "I want to go swimming," she said, suddenly. "Come on, Jack,
let's go swimming." Thoughts of water snakes went through my mind, but
Ruthie was already halfway out of her clothes, so I stripped quickly. We
took each other's hands and waded into the pond. It was cold but it
didn't seem to bother her, so I tried to control my shivering and went
on in.
    Ruthie suddenly disappeared beneath the surface. I panicked for
a moment, but then her hands encircled my waist and her mouth closed
over my dick. I stood there, seemingly alone in the pond, while just
beneath the surface a water nymph was milking my cock with her sweet
mouth. It was a very strange feeling. I wanted it to continue forever,
but Ruthie finally ran out of air and surfaced. Still, I was hard again,
and excited again. I wanted her again, I couldn't help it. I was no
longer cold.
    I pulled her slim body towards me. We were almost up to her neck
in the water but she came to me willingly. I took my cock in my hand and
glided it into her pussy. She was ready, and I entered her easily. She
was floating now, her legs wrapped around my hips, and I fucked her with
long, slow strokes that felt wonderful. And as I fucked her in the water
in the soft twilight of the unknown farmer's pond, incredibly, she began
to talk about her father again...

    I think my Daddy knew he could do anything he wanted to after I
sucked him that night. After that, we did it a lot in my bed. He would
come in, and I was always naked, waiting for him. I still knew that what
we were doing was wrong, but no longer careed. I just wanted him to do
me. And I did him every night, too. He played with my breasts a whole
lot. They really seemed to turn him on. He was always telling me how
beautiful they were and how big they were. I knew they weren't all that
big, because I had looked at some of the other girls at gym class in the
shower. A lot of girls in my class had bigger ones than mine, but some
were still pretty flat. I was glad that I wasn't like that, because then
Daddy wouldn't have had anything to play with. Somehow my breasts always
got him going. Even on nights when he was tired, if I wanted to do it, I
would just go find him and unbutton my shirt. Once he saw them, Jack, he
couldn't keep his hands off them.
    He taught me things that a girl could do with her mouth to make
a man feel good. But sometimes I thought up things of my own, and that
always surprised him. He loved it when I came up with a new trick.
    I remember the first time he came inside my mouth. By then, I
had seen him come lots of times and I had even tasted his come, because
he asked me to lick it off his stomach. It was warm and tasted really
salty. I didn't love the taste, but I didn't dislike it, either. And I
knew it was what he wanted me to do. He always told me when he was about
to come, and I would take my mouth off and rub his dick up and down with
my hand. Sometimes I would play with his balls with my other hand but
sometimes I would lick them with my tongue.
    One night, he told me he wanted me to try something new.
    "Ruthie," he whispered in my ear as he played with my pussy.
"When you suck me tonight, I want you to try to keep it in your mouth
while I come. All you have to do is swallow it and keep sucking. Do you
think you could do that?"
    I had imagined many times what it would be like to drink my
Daddy's come. I thought I could, but said, "I'm not sure, Daddy, but
I'll try." So I took his dick in my mouth and began to suck. I had my
hand around the base and was moving my mouth up and down on the top
part. Then I moved my hand down to his balls, tried to relax my throat
like he had taught me to do, and took as much of him into my mouth as I
could. Pretty soon, I could feel it start to jerk in my mouth and I
could tell by the jerks that he was getting close to coming. I was
nervous, but I also wanted to know what it would be like for Daddy to
shoot inside me. This was the time when I always stopped and played with
his dick with my hand while he came. But now he took my head in his
hands and held it down.
    Jack, when he started coming in my mouth, I thought I'd choke --
but he started whispering, "Swallow it, honey. Swallow it and keep
sucking." I did, and when he was finished, I was proud of myself. I knew
I had made my Daddy happy and I knew that from now on, I could handle
his come in my mouth. I hadn't really tasted it that much, but had just
swallowed it, and it was no problem. I felt good because I had pleased
him. That's all I thought about: I wanted to make my Daddy feel good.

    I could hold back no longer. I grabbed Ruthie's ass and pulled
her towards me strongly, once again emptying my dick into her pussy. She
floated up against me and let me control her body while she paddled with
her arms. I moved her up and down on my swollen dick until it erupted
again and I was shooting my seed deep into the body of my beautiful
water nymph. It was an incredible orgasm and I pulled her head to me and
pressed my mouth against hers, totally out of control in my lust. She
clung to me like a baby, giving and taking and enjoying the strength of
the incredible emotion that we were feeling for each other. Finally, she
backed off, floated away from me. She started giggling and splashed me
with water.
    "Let's get out and lie on the sand," she suggested.
    Actually, there was no sand because this was a farmer's pond in
a pasture, but we lay down by the bank of the water.
    "I love making love in the water, Jack," she said softly. "Maybe
someday I'll tell you why."
    I had been drawn into her story to the point where I felt
compelled to ask her the one question I really was interested in knowing
the answer to.
    "Ruthie," I said, as I tickled her breasts while we lay in the
short grass by the water. "When did you and your father start to go all
the way?"
    She looked at me very seriously and for a moment I thought I
might have trodden on forbidden ground. But then she smiled a smile that
was like a whisper of a memory that would always ride on the edge of her
mind forever. Her answer was in a tone of reverence, and full only of
love...

    My thirteenth birthday was on a Saturday. Mom was still working
the four to midnight shift. We had a party, and several of my friends
came. A boy who I think was interested in me came, and we had a great
time. After the party, Mom left for work and Daddy and I cleaned up.
    I was washing the dishes when he came up behind me and slipped
his hands under my sweatshirt until they were on my breasts. I felt my
nipples getting hard and he took each of them between his fingers and
played with them.
    "Did you have a good time today, honey?" he whispered in my ear,
as he caressed it with his tongue.
    "Oh, Daddy, I had a wonderful time!" I turned around and we
kissed each other with our mouths open. His hands were all over me, and
I was soon turned on. I wanted him to suck my nipples right there, but
he backed off.
    "Why don't we get in my bed?" he suggested. I was ready, so we
went into his room. You have to understand, Jack, Daddy had been pushing
at my pussy for six months with his dick, I think he was trying to
stretch it so I could take him down there. But that birthday night, when
he began to push against me, I knew something was going to be different.
    "Ruthie," he whispered, "today you are no longer a little girl.
Today you became a teenager. Childhood never really ends, honey. There
are memories of childhood in every grownup. But today was a special day
for you, and I want to make tonight a special night for you, too,
sweetheart. You'll always be Daddy's little girl, but tonight I want to
show you what it's like to be a woman."
    I wasn't quite sure what he meant, so I just lay there -- but I
knew this night would be different. Very soon, I knew what was
different. He had put his dick up against my hole plenty of times, but
usually it was just teasing or at least gentle probing. When he pushed
his dick against me that night, I knew he was trying to it get inside.
    Jack, I can't tell you how I felt. I was scared to death that it
would go in me, but the things that he'd been doing to me for the last
six months had made me think a lot about what it would be like if he
ever put it inside. I was so curious about it that if he wanted to do
it, I wouldn't stop him. That night I knew it was about to happen for
the first time and didn't try to stop it. He had his dick right at my
hole, and he was pushing hard and squirming and moving around. The
pressure hurt and I cried out once -- I didn't mean to, but I couldn't
help it. I wanted to help him but I just didn't know how.
    He backed off when I cried out and hugged me to him. My words
came out without my thinking about what I was saying.
    "Don't stop, Daddy," I whispered. "I want to be a woman. I want
you to put it in there."
    "Oh Ruthie," he answered. "I've wanted to do this for so long,
but I promised myself that I'd wait until you were thirteen." Then he
slipped down between my thighs. "I'm going to kiss you to get you
ready."
    I figured I was about as ready as I was going to be. Even though
it hurt, I felt the need to have him in there. But he started licking
me, so I gave in and let it feel good. He pushed his tongue into my
hole, then pulled it out again. He rolled it around and around my button
while he tried to open my hole with his fingers. With his other hand, he
played with my back hole. Then he put both his hands under my ass and
lifted me off the bed, pushing his mouth against me and sucking my
button. I went off like a fire cracker, jerking in spasms that I had no
control over. I was as hot as an oven and I needed him to fill me up. I
lost control and started screaming, "Come on, Daddy, fuck me! Please,
Daddy; please fuck me!"
    He had never heard that word from me and probably didn't know
that I knew it, but I think that when I said, "Fuck me, Daddy," he lost
control, too. He got up and took a jar of vaseline from the side of the
bed. He spread some on his dick until it glistened, then he got back on
top of me and took his dick in his hand. He led it to my hole, and began
to push.
    "Push back, honey," he moaned. "If you want Daddy to fuck you,
push back."
    Jack, I was as turned on as I'd ever been, but still it hurt. I
pushed as much as I could, and tried to spread my legs wider so he could
get his dick in. I spread them so far apart that I thought I'd split
open, but it still didn't go in. Daddy was breathing really hard, and I
think I started to cry, but I was determined not to quit now. I was
going to be a woman if it killed me.
    He put his hands under my hips and jerked me hard up against his
body. His dick rammed against my hole with all the force that we could
manage. Then, I was screaming and crying as the pain went up through my
lower stomach, pulsing and throbbing, and Daddy was moaning and gasping.
He was inside me. My Daddy had his dick inside my pussy, only my pussy
was on fire. It was a sharp pain, Jack, and it was really bad. I didn't
think I could stand it. I felt like he must have had his whole cock
inside me, but to my amazement, he started sliding it further in. I knew
then that I couldn't hold it all. I just wasn't big enough yet.
    "Wait, Daddy!" I cried between gulps of air. "Please don't put
it in any more; it hurts." I was crying, and he was sweating and
puffing. Then I heard him take a deep breath, and I think he was trying
to get control of himself, because he stopped pushing and started
kissing me and playing with my hair.
    "My brave little girl, my darling princess." Jack, he hadn't
called me his princess in years, but it was my childhood name. The
memories of it made me remember how much I loved my Daddy, and I tried
to stop crying.
    "Daddy," I gasped. "Just give me a minute to get used to it. It
just feels like it's too big to go in me."
    "Do you want me to take it out?" he whispered. I knew that was
the last thing he wanted, but to tell you the truth, I did; the pain was
still killing me. But I just couldn't ask him to do it after he had
called me his princess again. I liked being my Daddy's princess.
    "No," I answered. "Just let me get used to it." And really,
after a while, the sharp pain stopped, and was replaced by what I'd call
just a bad soreness. But it still felt like I had a telephone pole stuck
up me. He didn't try to put it any further in, he just was kissing me
and tickling my breasts, playing with my hair, and running his hands
around my ass. Tickling my breasts turned me on again, in spite of the
pain. He started sucking my nipples and rubbing his tongue over them,
and I almost forgot the pain in my pussy because he was making my
breasts feel so good.
    Finally, he put his hand down on my button and began to play
with it. He was so gentle and so loving that gradually, the pain didn't
matter so much anymore. Now my emotions were in real conflict. My pussy
still hurt, but I felt for the first time that my pussy was doing what
it was meant for: holding my Daddy's dick inside me. I began to feel the
needs of a woman, and I wanted to have my Daddy's dick inside me. It
began to build inside me, and I began to move my hips against him. It
still hurt, but now I wanted more. I knew now what he meant about making
me a woman.
    I whispered into his ear, "Fuck me now, Daddy. Please Daddy,
fuck your little princess." He put his hands on my ass and pulled me up
to him so that it started to go deeper again. This time, the pleasure
overcame the pain, and I wanted it. Oh, Jack, I really wanted it!
    "Fuck me, Daddy," I said out loud, then, louder: "Come on, do it
to me! I need it! Push it all the way in! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck your
little girl!"
    He was all the way inside now; I could tell because I could feel
our bodies touching. It hurt like hell, but I now knew that I could do
it, and I knew that I had never wanted anything in my life as much as I
wanted my Daddy to make his dick come inside me. He had explained to me
a long time ago that I couldn't make a baby by sucking his juice, but I
knew I could make one if he shot his juice in my pussy. If we hadn't
been fucking, I would have cared; at that moment, I didn't.
    He started thrusting in and out. He was trying to go slowly so
he wouldn't hurt me, but he did hurt me. Still, Jack, there's a time
when the pleasure makes the pain disappear and I was so turned on that I
had reached that point. I was pushing back, trying to get my Daddy's
dick as deep inside me as I could. I couldn't believe that he could get
it all the way in, but he did, and I wanted it. It didn't feel like when
he sucked me -- it was different -- but I liked the feeling. I needed
his dick inside me now.
    Pretty soon I could tell that Daddy was getting ready, because
he started pushing in and out faster and faster. He was breathing hard
now, gasping for breath, and I was, too. I kept trying to spread my legs
further and further apart, and pushed up at him, it was almost reflexive
now, because I wanted it, but he was still doing most of the work. Then,
suddenly, I felt it getting bigger and jerking, and he rammed it all the
way up inside me. I didn't know until then that he hadn't really put it
all the way in. The pain returned, but Daddy was crying and moaning and
I knew he was coming inside me. I couldn't feel the juice, but I knew it
was shooting out because he just held his dick all the way in and
stopped moving, and I could feel it jerking by itself inside my hole.
Finally, he started to calm down and I knew it was over. I didn't come
that first time, but I was filled with love for my Daddy and as he
settled down against me, I hugged him and kissed his cheek. To my
surprise, his cheek was wet. He was crying.
    "What's the matter, Daddy?" I whispered.
    "Are you okay, princess?"
    "Daddy, I'm fine -- I really am. I liked it; I really did."
    Slowly, he slipped out of me and we cuddled for a long time.
After a while, I realized that Daddy had gone to sleep in my arms. I
thought about slipping out and going to my bed, but instead, I stayed in
his arms for a long time, thinking about being my Daddy's princess and
the things that we had done. I felt like a woman in those moments, and
wanted to fall asleep in Daddy's arms. But I knew that mother would be
home before long, and finally slipped away to my room. He didn't wake.

    Ruthie's story of losing her virginity to her father on her
thirteenth birthday had my emotions churning. I had never thought much
about child abuse, except when I read about it in the paper. Almost
every day there are stories of grown men raping girls Ruthie's age, and
even younger. I had always read them with a certain amount of emotional
detachment; I felt sorry for these children who were abused, but I
really couldn't relate to it on a personal level. Now a whole new world
had been opened to me. Here was an adult woman, willingly telling me
that the same thing had happened to her. She had actively participated
in it and had liked it. It made me wonder about Ruthie's psychological
make-up. More than that, it made me wonder about how much child abuse
goes on unreported because the child doesn't consider it to be child
abuse. Obviously, Ruthie didn't.
    I won't pretend the ability to project my mind into the thoughts
of a young girl involved in a sexual relationship. I can only tell you
that Ruthie spoke of her father without resentment or regret, only with
love. I can also tell you that I was now fairly sure that I was in love
with a very mixed up young woman.
    Given Ruthie's pattern, I didn't' expect to hear from her again
for a few days at least, and looked forward dejectedly to trying to gain
satisfaction from one of the other girls I was dating. For once, I was
wrong. About ten minutes after I got home from work the next day, the
phone rang.
    When I picked it up, Ruthie was on the other end.
    "Jack, hi. I'm at County Hospital. Please come down here -- I
need you. Please, Jack!" She was crying and running her words together.
    I waited until she finished and said, "Ruthie, what happened?"
    "My Daddy, Jack. He was in a wreck. Some drunk kid hit his car,
and he was in a wreck. Oh God, Jack, please come down here. I need you.
Please come right now!" She was obviously hysterical, A small detached
part of me felt like I was making a guest appearance in one of the
afternoon soap operas, but I was far too emotionally attached to Ruthie
by now to do anything but go to her. She really sounded like she needed
my help.
    "Ruthie, I can be there in ten minutes. Is he hurt bad?"
    "I don't know. Nobody will tell me anything. Please, Jack, if
you care anything about me, come to me now."
    I did, and I did. I found her sitting in the second floor lobby.
When she saw me, she ran to me and molded herself to me. It was a great
kiss, worth the trip.
    "Oh, Jack," she finally said. "I'm so glad you came."
    "How's he doing?" I asked, still trying to regain my composure
from the intensity of her kiss.
    "They finally came out and told me. It's not as bad as they
thought. His neck is sprained, and his head was cut really bad, but
that's the worst. The bad thing was that he lost a lot of blood because
the damned ambulance took so long getting to him. Would you believe
there was another wreck and they couldn't get through? Isn't that just
ridiculous, he could have bled to death. Anyway, they say he'll be here
four or five days, then he can come home."
    I hate to sound selfish, but five days of Ruthie without her
father's presence sounded mighty good to me. I didn't hate the old man,
but I surely hadn't formed any attachment to him. He was my competitor
for Ruthie.
    "I feel better now," she confided. "I thought he was going to
die, Jack. I really kept thinking he was going to leave me and die. If
he had died, I would have died, too."
    That one scared me, but I made no comment, and let her go on.
    "He's asleep now, Jack. I want to tell him goodnight, then I
guess we can go." So we went down the hall and walked into the room.
    The man who lay in the bed made an immediate impression upon me.
He was large, and looked virile despite the tubes in his arms. Somehow,
he reminded me of a sleeping lion. I thought I would feel revulsion, but
what I really felt was a combination of envy and fear. Even in a
hospital bed, this was a man to be reckoned with. I wanted Ruthie for my
own, but how could I compete with this man and the bond that had been
forged between them in all their years together?
    Her goodbye was emotional, a combination of "I love you Daddy,"
kisses, and touching his body. He didn't stir. Whatever they had him on,
he was really under; a normal man would have had to be almost dead not
to respond to the way she was touching and kissing him. Finally she let
go of his hand and turned to me. "Let's go to my place," she said, and I
nodded.
    Ruthie's mother had left home when she discovered her husband's
relationship with her daughter (but that's later in the story), and no-
one knew where she was. We had the house to ourselves.
    It was a huge two-story frame house with porches all around. The
front porch on the second story was sagging. I'd followed Ruthie in my
car, and as we entered the house, I felt her father's presence like a
spirit, hovering around us.
    Amazingly, Ruthie was fairly upbeat when we got home. I think
the doctors had reassured her, and she was satisfied that her father
would be back soon. She gave me a tour of the place -- almost a mansion,
though a shabby one -- and we finally ended up in a bedroom on the
second floor. Suddenly, she became very somber.
    "This is our bed, Jack. This is the bed where we make love. He
slept here with my mother, but it's where he makes love to me." Then:
"Wherever I make love to you, Jack, it cannot be here. This bed is for
Daddy and me." The unspoken resentment she felt for her mother was
apparent, but I took it as a challenge. I resolved that one day Ruthie
would come to me when I was in that bed.
    Still, she sounded so serious, so fanatical, that I decided
there was no point in discussing anything about that right now. Though I
accepted it (and it sometimes even turned me on), Ruthie's behavior with
her father was still an unnatural obsession. My problem, as I said
before, was that my obsession with Ruthie deepened each time I was with
her. I knew that I'd soon be unable to keep Ruthie from learning that I
wanted her for myself. But this wasn't the time, and we stood in that
room where so much had happened, thinking our own thoughts.
    Finally, after several moments, she took my hand and said
sweetly, "Let's go downstairs and have a drink."
    Ruthie can always tell what a man wants. I don't know how. She
didn't bring a drink; she brought a bottle, an ice bucket and two
glasses. She also brought a pitcher of water, but that night I chose to
take my bourbon straight.
    I already knew there would be no sex that night for me, but I
sat on the couch, and Ruthie sat on the floor at my feet. As I played
with her hair, she began again to tell me about her relationship with
her father...

    After we did it that first night, I woke about five in the
morning. Jack, I was sore, but I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I
wanted to do it again. I got up, and tiptoed to my parents' room. My mom
was home and they were both asleep. I looked at them in bed, and I think
that was the first time I felt jealous and envious of my mother. She was
in bed with my Daddy, and I wanted to be there instead. I won't say that
I hated her, but she was in the way. I saw that I couldn't get to him
without waking her, and went back to bed.
    The next morning, we were supposed to leave on vacation. School
was out and we were going to the beach. I had looked forward to it for
weeks, but now the thought crossed my mind that I wished my mother
wouldn't go. Of course, she did and we got a room in a real neat motel
right by the water. My pussy was still sore, but I was trying to figure
out how I could get Daddy to make love to me again. It was all I could
think about.
    After dinner, I took a walk on the beach in my bathing suit. It
was a two-piece, and I thought it showed me off pretty well. I walked
for an hour and when I got back to the beach in front of the motel,
Daddy was sitting on the sand waiting for me. It was almost dark.
    "Hello, princess," he said. "Want to go for a swim?"
    I had never been in after dark, but it was hot and, besides, I
would be with my Daddy. "Okay," I said. He took my hand and led me down
the beach.
    The water felt good and we went out beyond the breakers. For a
while we just played innocently, splashing and trying to dunk each other
under the water. It grew dark and the moonlight on the waves made a
million little lights all around us. We floated and bobbed up and down
with the motion of the water. I couldn't help but think of all the times
my Daddy had played with me in the water like this when I was a little
girl. He had always made our beach trips fun because he had always taken
me way out in the water like this, even when I was really young. Only
now we were out there alone after dark, and I was thinking about all the
things that we had done together since the last time we had been in the
wat