I untied her and under a light compulsion had her go down to the stream to wash while I pondered the matter. I spent some time examining the man's mi...d. He felt he had been wronged by the townspeople because he would forgo his debts and drink himself into a stupor. He held no love for his daughter, but found her useful for maintaining the camp and in a few years would be ripe for his pleasure. I was disgusted by his thoughts. The girl returned from the stream, scrubbed and wrapped in a. As we sat and chatted the late afternoon away we’d both admire the same group of joggers as they went by, both the women AND the men. As I listened to Hank’s bullshit stories I started to really admire his looks. Hank had perfect hard body proportions, Nothing was too bulky or out of place. He was the perfect combination of solid arms, iron thighs and a beefy chest. A few days later at my park bench Hank stopped by again. It wasn’t long until we established a routine. Everyday it was nice we’d. I could barely write with my long nails, which madeEnglish class a particular struggle, and I wondered how other girlsmanaged to figure out certain tasks with the burden of long nails in theway.At home, this outfit was particularly striking to mom, who was doinglaundry. It hadn't occurred to me how weird it was for her to be cleaningmy new girl clothes that I took home every day, since they wereaccumulating each day."Oh my," was all she could say as she saw my goth day apparel. I couldtell she. Over time, the three of us all became more friendly and really enjoyed just the conversation. I'd do errands for them and would bring them whiskey. Over whiskey, conversations would get a little more to sex but we would stop when Laura would become embarrassed.One night after about 3 drinks, Bob told me to kiss Laura. I giggled, Laura giggled. But I thought, what the hell. I walked over to her and just gave her a quick peck on the lips. Wow. Her lips were soft and sweet. Three or four more.