I used to think it was a horrible stereotype, but I never dared say anything about it." I'm of the belief that some of the people who have left over t...e past three years shared that viewpoint," Kingfisher grinned. "However, there are other factors I have become privy to, as well. I doubt you've heard of the name Myrna Frederick, since she wasn't mentioned in the last report." Never heard the name," Tanisha said."It's not surprising," the black man smiled. "She's a white woman in her twenties. Yeah, think so.” Adam licked his lips. “Only enter a door with my name on it. Neither help nor hinder another person; and especially no combat or it’s immediate failure. When I unlock a door, don’t keep anything I used when doing so, it’s now useless. I ... think that’s it.”“Huh.” John mused. “That’s not what I got told at all.”“Oh? What are yours?” Adam stroked his sand-caked beard.“I got the ‘don’t keep anything’ rule.” John confirmed. “But I have to get you to do a fourth door, in addition. Everybody goes ... parents bring their kids, grandparents go with their families, friends go with each other ... It may seem a bit strange, but it brings us closer and gives us a chance to bond and talk and relax together.”“Sounds great,” said Dad enthusiastically. “Are all of them co-ed?”“Sorry to disappoint you, Papa Bob,” laughed Erika. “Men and women bathe separately. In some places, there are individual family onsens, where families can bathe together, but generally they are. The bright sun made it unnecessary to dry off. By the time I made it back to my belongings, sweat had replaced the water. I rubbed on sunscreen and then lay down to enjoy myself-or at least I tried to. HE refused to leave my mind. His image remained, especially that of his cock. As I put on the sunscreen, I dreamed what it would feel like for his big hands to rub it onto me instead. And as I lay down to enjoy the burning rays of the sun, I couldn't help but think what it would be like for HIM.