She smiled at the tender gesture. “You like, Reg?”“I like, Erika. Your breasts are different from Freda’s, I discovered. Slightly different sh...pe, slightly different size – though you both appear to be the same in breast size. Your nipples are tempting, and lovely to touch, I find. Are men’s nipples just as sensitive?”“Let’s find out,” Suggested Erika. She came close and slowly ran her hand over a nipple. Reg reacted, “Oh, that’s nice, but it doesn’t enlarge like yours does.”“That’s probably. She would slip into their bedroom, right before he was due to come home, stripping off her clothes and lying in the semidarkness. No toys or vibrators, nothing to mar the quiet night that was theirs alone. She’d lie atop the sheets, the air conditioner off, a slight mugginess in the air made her feel warm and sensual before she’d even brushed her soft tanned skin with her slender fingers. Being naked, alone in the semidarkness, a gentle breeze blowing in their second floor window, was a luxury. And while Louise's pubic hair was black, thick and curly, my own unshaven bush was somewhat more sparse, my labia more clearly visible through the curls. And I was blonde -- all over. The blonde hair on my head was several shades lighter, but the hair on my pubes remained unmistakably blonde.All these comparisons were known only to me -- and to Tad, to the extent he'd seen the photographs of Louise. Louise and Don, of course, had never seen my nude body.At least, not yet.Don't forget -- it was. Between herself and Daniel, it was rarely ever Daniel who started any conversations, it was always Barbara who had to make all the running. She and Daniel, both so full of their own thoughts, had barely exchanged a word on the twenty minute walk downhill from the Grange, a house that she had once cherished as her own one day. That would never happen now. She would only ever be a guest in the future, if she had any kind of future.‘What was it he said? That’s it, she, what’s-her-name ... Marina.