She wants me to come get her.”“Seriously?”“Yeah.”“But the Duchess is about to go on.”“I know, man.” Terry looked pissed. “Fuck!”...��You have to go?” I asked. “I mean, doesn’t she have some other friends that can take care of her for awhile?”Terry considered the idea, and I could almost see the angel and devil on either shoulder arguing their cases. “No, man,” he said, shaking his head sadly. “I gotta go.”“Man, that sucks!” I said.“Yeah, sorry,” Terry said. He handed me his beer so that I was. I knew I was on thin ice but just mentioned it in passing and she surprisingly said she knew he was giving me a lot of advice about photography but she would not want to do pose with just men there. I was careful not to reveal that he now had a few of her pictures for himself, already warning him not to divulge it to her so I did not push it and just told her that if she ever felt brave enough to do it she should let me know.It did not take long after all for him to meet her as he phoned with. Ola was showing my wives how to prepare schnitzel while Louise was cooking johnnycakes. Louise immediately hit me with a plea for a clay oven. I didn't know what she meant until she described it. She wanted a beehive oven that would allow her to place a fire in the oven and when it was hot enough to bake bread or pies. I had no idea how to do that but Willy, who had done more traveling than I, did. He promised Louise that, for a steady helping of her good bread, he'd make one after the houses. Even at nine, I had cataloged all this.But, it turned out that she and I really didn't get along real well. She was kind of bossy to me and I was kind of sullen to her, I guess.So, we basically coexisted while my father was away on long trips, sometimes three weeks and more. When all this happened, I was fourteen, well into puberty, now much more aware of girls and women, jacking-off like any other fourteen-year old boy.I had gone through her drawers, knew she was a C-cup, that she had several.
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