"Are you parked nearby?"I nodded."Do you want me to walk you to your car?" she asked. There was nothingin her tone. No attitude or sarcasm. Bless her....She was an innocentangel."I have a little business first. If-if-" Come on, I thought. I'mstuttering and stammering like Stephanie in his bra. Learn how to openup and accept help. Develop a relationship. Cultivate some trust.I was betrayed once by a submissive which led to a horrifying assault. Iwas desperately trying to put that behind me thanks. The image I chose was that of a rusty old hammer I found inside the rotting structure. I had propped it up in the frame of a warped and broken window. It held the window in an open position. I almost lost track of time just studying it.I made the ten minute ride to the family fish farm belonging to Sam. I was right on time. I was also wearing a parka over a low cut blouse and leggings under a short skirt. I did it more for modesty than the cold, but I planned to use the cold as an excuse. I. Then it started Bonnie grabbed Lesly and dunked her under the water. Susan pulled Bonnie over backwards and under the surface of the lake. They were screaming and laughing as they groped each others bodies as they played. I noticed movement at the far end of the lake. I could make out two men fly fishing. They were about 3 or 4 hundred yards away. The girls were having so much fun exploring each others bodies that they had no clue that we were not alone. They played in the water for about. I watched him see whatever happened in my eyes that was different from everyone else. The realization came to his face as he began putting the pieces together.I told him, “It would make them identical nontuplets. All clones of their mother used to pull the embryonic stem cells into their mother’s body to rebuild it from the inside out. What is altering a few genes? There were three sets of triplets, but one wouldn’t stay like the others. These three groups of girls weren’t ever supposed to meet.