M. when Tiffany softly knocked on my door. Mit woke with a start. She nearly panicked when she realized how late it was. "My God, my parents will kill...me! I’ve got to go, now!" She jumped out of bed and quickly dressed. "Mit Honey, don’t you think you should shower first?" I asked. "No time! Please take me home, Lucky." "OK Baby. Just let me get dressed first." We were out the door in less than five minutes. All the lights were out when I dropped Mit off at her home. A quick kiss and she. As days turned into weeks, I blended in well and was having the time of my life. There were parties almost every weekend, blow out parties on holidays. Nudity was the norm and alcohol along with pot were wildly accepted. The life these folks led was way out side the normal main stream life, and it seemed as though honesty was their secret. It seemed to me, as a new comer not from the area at all, that most of the problems that came up were rooted in lies. One particular Friday night the party. ‘Don’t ever let your father see this, even just on the hanger,’ Madelyn had said about the homemade halter-necked nightgown she had crafted for Mona. Assembled mainly from the open lace remnants of the wedding dress, but only the lace, its upper bodice left practically nothing to the imagination, and even Jeff’s mother blushed at the sight of it during the bridal shower. The height of Mona’s new career in espionage was the early morning spiral notebook briefing from Madelyn on what to expect on. “Thank you, Lover, for defending me and for not being violent.” She kissed me.“It was tempting.”“I know, Lover. You have shown me that you can resist temptation when that’s appropriate.” She turned. “Unzip me.” I unzipped the dress and gently pushed my hands under the dress and around her to palm her breasts.“That fool would really have had a cow if he had known you were braless!”“If you won’t tell him, I won’t.” We chuckled and dressed and packed. I left our cases in the bedroom.We had lunch.