‘I’ll tell you this: We did just about everything except for… what should I say, here?… the kinky stuff.’ ‘Oh,’ she said, sitting back u...right, ‘like anal? Oh, that sounds so gross. Well, it all sounds gross to me, but that part was too weird.’ ‘There are other things, too, like tying people, and hurting them… we never came close to that,’ I added. ‘Oh, yeah, she talked about that stuff, too. She said they were okay for con-send-ing adults..’ ‘Consenting,’ I corrected. ‘Yeah, that’s it, and she. I laid the plastic side of the picnic blanket down, took off my shoes and sat cross-legged in the middle, the other blanket across my lap.It was very peaceful, the sounds of a Western Meadowlark echoing through the trees, its loud, cheerful warbling whistle making me smile. I laid back, my hands under my head and closed my eyes, relaxing. There was no place in my head for worry or irritation, no room for anything but the simple pleasure of connecting with my surroundings in a way that can't be. . I love honest boys..."Reaching up, she whispered into my ear, causing nearly every hair on my body to stand on end. Mind, that wasn't the only thing standing to attention."Being the boss' family, I suppose I should show you some perks of the job, huh?"She dropped to her knees, and with practiced efficiency, began to unbuckle my belt. Three short, sharp movements followed, and before I knew it, my belt was on the floor, my zipper was pulled all the way down, and my trousers were around my. He'd better be decent enough to earn it. He'd better at least offer her the security of loving her forever, and never leave her worrying that someone else means more to him than she does. I understood that much.And then I thought of Sheila once again, and my heart ached for her. Dammit all! Why did she have to be so beautiful? Why couldn't she be a presumptuous little wench, like Geraldine? I had no problem blowing her off. Now I had to make one of the toughest decisions of my life, and hurt a.