Hankshaw III. I never disclose what the F stands for and never will. I grew up in the deep south of the USA in the state of Mississippi, during the 19...0's and 50's. My family had a large farm and grew cotton. My dad and his two brothers equally owned the farm and had three Negro families that lived on the farm and worked as sharecroppers. While the farm was almost 2000 acres we were not wealthy by any means, as the price of cotton would fluctuate up and down, and that farm had to support six. One of my troubles was inertia. I mean this not simply in the common usage of the word to mean plain laziness. I use it in the more scientific sense of an object in space, once impelled in a certain direction, continuing in the direction it has been shoved until a new force impels it in another direction. So, there I was, five years into marriage, sexually pent-up, and playing the happy families game with Edgar and the two children. In other words, “I did nothing about” my situation, just as. Tammy stopped short when she reached the edge of the sand. Bending over she removed the boxers she was wearing. Naked, she dashed the rest of the way to the stream.Karl had stopped at the bench to drop off the towels and Tammy's shirt. He piled his tee shirt and sweat shorts on top and yelled back to Sally and George, "Come on you two. Don't be shy!"Turning, now naked like Tammy, he dashed into the stream. When he kicked up splashes with his feet dousing Tammy, she threw splashes back at him. She then took what still existed from the torn dress, and formed a bundle, so she could carry her share of their provisions — he hadn’t thought before of letting her carry his bundle, or maybe hadn’t trusted her to do it. He liked the way she looked, walking naked, slightly bent forward, with the load on her back, her breasts small but still large enough to sway in the rhythm of her steps.He gave himself pleasure with her more often now, sometimes also during the day, when they took short rests.