She was once again in some XXXL T-shirt and some shorts, wearing some flip-flops that were probably her son's too... although it was more than obvious...she was nicely tanned she wasn't much of a thing to look at because of those rags she was wearing. But the things she hanged really got my imagination going. After two or three son's boxers she hanged a light-blue see-through lace panties and a matching bra, than a couple of socks, than again a red matching bra and panties, and then a grand. "I get the idea. No, I'm not giving swimming lessons at the public beach, much less in the nude. Why do you ask? Do you need swimming lessons?" From a handsome man like you, any time." She winked flirtatiously."Well, if you want swimming lessons, you'll have to come to Barracuda Beach. See you there, say tonight, at eight? Bring your birthday suit!"It was cute watching her blush and backpedal. Poor Harold struggled to avoid snickering as he took my purchase requisition.Finally she spluttered to. " You're on your way to jail, Trixie, I've seen grown men get a nickel-dime at Felgate, not medium security, but the big time, for less than this. You think they'll take pity on you because you're a woman abuser?"Trixie looked down at Bronte's heaving shoulders. "Tell Master Soames that you're being punished, and you're grateful for the discipline, Creampuff."And Bronte looked up at Soames as the water cascaded over her face. Through chattering teeth she stammered. "Soames, it's okay, really it. ********** Reeling from her parting kiss, Jake sank into his leather chair with a thud. A thunderstruck expression on his face. He looked like he got kicked in the head by a horse. Smiling for no reason, Jake felt like genuinely laughing for the first time in long while. Above him the floor boards creaked, a chill went through him to hear the sound. Passing it off as Miles, Jake dismissed the fear of old ghosts. He needed Daisy for more than one reason. She could banish theghosts and make life.