He lazily splashed some milk in a bowl, grabbed a spoon, mixed the contents and began grazing like a cow from his place at the edge of the breakfast t...ble.His father, Peter, looked up from his newspaper just long enough to give Ben a once over and frowned slightly. He was a big man hardened by a lifetime of construction work and outdoorsy activities. That his only son would turn out to be such an unambitious nerd was a source of constant disappointment for him.Lucy, the youngest child of the. The first was Ann’s cuts always made the client look beautiful and they didn’t leave the Salon until Ann herself was satisfied. Word got around that if you wanted to look your best, Ann or a few of her girls would make sure that happened for you. The second reason was that if Ann got that ‘vibe’ from you, the Salon would satisfy you in other ways, all of them carnal. The upstairs of the Salon was as large as the bottom, totally soundproofed. Up there, Ann or one of her personally trained sluts. He didn’t like going to bed. ‘Sure. What do you guys want to hear?’ All three said in unison: ‘A scary story!’ I laughed and got everybody tucked in. ‘Okay, okay. A scary story. Once upon a time, there was a mean old man. When he was younger, he wasn’t mean. He was a big, strong handsome sailor. In a far-away land, he met a beautiful woman and they fell in love. A few years past and they had a daughter and a son.’ ‘Awwwww,’ Tom said. ‘Did they make ‘the sweet loooooooooove?” All the boys fell. ” Lottie tingled all over as she felt Mrs Smith’s warm breath in her ear as she spoke; she could smell Mrs Smith’s expensive and alluring scent; but most exciting of all, she could feel Mrs Smith’s hands sliding around her body, and in over the swell of her bottom. Mrs Smith was grasping her, scrunching the material of her skirt in her fists, raising the hem of her skirt up her thighs, and pushing herself against the younger woman. It was an overtly sexual advance, there could be no doubt.