Suddenly he heard a high pitched creaking sound from behind him. Stepping back he turned toward the source of the sound and saw movement outside throu...h the window. Taking several steps as he looked harder he noticed that it was only the branch of a tree scratching against the window in the morning breeze. His growling stomach reminded him to return to the task at hand. Turning and then moving back he once again ran his fingers over the supple skin in preparation. Leaning slightly forward he. .He reclined back in his seat and kinda stared up to the roof and sighing. It was like this guy was really inviting me to do something or say something to him. Questions started churning in my head but when I finally fished one out to ask I noticed from the corner of my eyes his hand slowly reaching down in his pants. "Yeah I'm interested..."I turned and looked at him waiting for him to finish his sentence but he didn't."Interested in what?" I asked. "I saw you staring at me through the. Then I felt her thumbs start to pull my suit down from behind and then slapped my ass as the bathing suit hit the floor. I stepped out of them and toward the nice walk-in stone shower that could shower 4 people at one time. She grabbed my shirt/shorts and walked them to the washer as she closed the door. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to the warm side. As I placed my head under the shower head facing the wall feeling the water flow over my body I suddenly I felt two smooth. Sit down, Gail, and tell me who you worked for, how long you were there and what your job was.’ ‘Thank you, Mister Atwood.’ Before she could say another word, the man interrupted her, ‘But first of all, I need to ask you to call me Atwood. My mother had a sense of humor and my father wasn’t much better. His name was Zechariah Atwood. He said his name covered the alphabet from A to Z. They named me Atwood David Atwood. Dad said no one would forget my name, but he was an important man in this.