"You're a great lover Sid," sighed Martha. "Wow."I didn't know what to say so I just snuggled closed and stroked a fingerat the base of her breasts."U...mm," Marsha sighed. "So how many lovers have you had?"I was stunned. It never occurred to me that people would talk freelyabout sex or past lovers, but I was to learn that Marsha had no time foreuphemisms, beating around the bush or whatever. By the time we wereshowered and having a drink she knew about Ann and June and I knew aboutPeter, David,. Her wavy blonde hair sat off her shoulders, she had beautiful pale skin and plump pink lips. I couldn’t help but keep glancing up at the mirror to look at her sat in the back of the car. I’m sure she must of noticed but she didn’t seem to mind. When we arrived at the festival we parked up and grabbed our bags and the tent from the back of the car. As she bent over go grab her bag from the boot I glanced at her bum in the tight jeans she was wearing and Jake caught me looking. ‘Got a nice arse. . I’ll never forget that big scar on his face.”Nick sat back. “Bald, big scar, excessively violent, rough voice. Ellie, does that sound as familiar to you as it does to me?”“It sure does. Let me get his file.” She turned, opened a drawer on one of the filing cabinets against the wall and pulled out a thick folder. “Here you go, Nick.”“Conrad Kellogg. Showed up in Diamond City a while back, bought a house in the abandoned west stands. He had a boy with him, about ten years old. Hasn’t been seen. I squeezed. Got an 'mmmmmm' for my efforts, then a wiggle like she was trying to mold her body into mine.I kept one hand there. The pressure that she exerted against me was way out of proportion to the pressure I exerted on that hand. My other hand slid upward under her scrub top, savoring the taut skin of her back.Another lingering, sighing kiss and she sat up."Coming to your senses?" I asked."You just keep thinking, Chuck LeBert," she said. She grabbed the hem of her scrub top and whipped it.