Suddenly mason heard footsteps and a blond haired blue eyed appeared in front of him, she smiled and said "hi". mason backed up against the locker sho...ked. "what the hell are you doing in here" mason yelled. the girl walked over to locker and un buttoned her shirt taking it of reveling a pink bra. "Im here to take a shower silly" she said giggling. the girl continued to rove her close down to her bra and panties then proceeded to bend over and out her clothes in the locker. Mason stared at her. “I’m fine, I promise. I’ll see you inside in a bit.” Reluctantly, the girls left him and went back inside. Smythe’s eyes followed their pale forms as they hurried away. They were well put together, those girls.No sooner had they disappeared than Elsa – garbed only in a filmy robe – came crashing through the defenders - knocking two of them over! - before flinging herself into Smythe’s arms. “I felt your pain,” she sobbed into his chest. “I still feel it! How do you stand it?”Smythe made hushing. I'm just upset...and confused...I just let you do something...unnatural..." She cried softly and I put my arms around her and spooned against her.I said, "Mom, there's nothing unnatural about being physical with the person you love. We're not k**s, and it's over between you and Phillip. How long haven't you slept with him?"There was silence and then she said, "A long time." I said, "Mom, do you love me?"Whatever effect the wine had was gone and she said, "It's not about that, and you know. “Please..” she said In a weak voice, closed her eyes, but kept on stepping. They began to lift her shirts up, over her head, into a mess around her wrists. A little like being tied. There were hands on her breasts, outside the tight, day-glo green sports-bra. There was another between her buttocks. The knot that held her sweatpants were being untied.“The bitch is on heat..”Strong hands lifted her off the machine, and while in mid-air, she could feel how her pants slid down her legs. Why could.