.. so skimpy.”“Are you forgetting that the last time we were at the beach you wore a bikini. I saw you in that.”“Oh, but Honey, compared to my...work outfit that bikini was absolutely modest.”“All the more reason I want to see you in it.”She saw how insistent he was prepared to be. Besides it was nice to know she could still turn a head — even if it was her son’s.“Okay, but how about we go out to Boulder Cove. It’s a bit more secluded.”“Hey, guys see you in that outfit all the time at the. She just liked what I wrote, and she said so.I wrote back and thanked her, and that was the beginning of a good dozen or so email exchanges. Which then led to exchanging cellphone numbers with a view just to chatting. Nothing more contemplated. Nothing more desired.A week after the chats began, I found myself out on a Saturday afternoon bike ride, near the neighborhood she said was her home. I decided to call, and found she was going for a walk. We met. She walked. I rode slowly beside her. We. She begged him to drop her off at school every morning, since the bus was too crowded and she didn't like the way men stared at her when she wore her little plaid skirt. When he came home from the office every evening, she was in his study, finishing her homework. He came into her room every night, tucked her into bed, and kissed her on the forehead. "Night, baby," he would coo in the loving voice she loved so much. "Night, daddy," she smiled and cooed back. By the time Susie turned 18, she had. His mind boggled with what he may have let himself in for, as the lewd characters from the novels blossomed in his mind. They drove for about 15 minutes before reaching an avenue of detached houses, each hidden by leafy hedgerows. Caspian watched the women alight from the vehicles with interest; his libido had been charged by the two he spent the journey with, but each of the five had a stern elegance; he would willingly have submitted to any of them in his fantasises.A plump and very appealing.