“I’m not sure how you’d keep yourself clean out in the wild, or if you even bothered, but now that you’re a person, you need to learn to bathe... Since you’ll probably want to stay naked most of the time, you’re going to inevitably get dirty and sweaty. So, you’re going to need to shower every couple of days. I’ll show you how. First things first, get your hair nice and wet.” Chloe began splashing herself. “No, I mean lower your head into the water.”She had a strong look of uncertainty, and I. " Sandy didn't sound convinced as she stopped to check out the marker on a small obelisk. "1978. The date seems so quaint. So few people died that year, as opposed to the billions who perished in the past couple months. The sheer fact they had the luxury of burying the dead in such a pastoral setting reveals how much the world has changed." It isn't so bad," Monique said, sitting on a nearby marble bench. "David buried each of our group we lost." Yeah, right. Tell me, did he bury them in a. All of the characters and events are fictional. This story portrays some graphic sex. If you are in an area where reading this is illegal or you are offended by any of this then please stop reading now. While the description may have you think that there is some incest in this story, there is none. Also, the erotic scenes don’t come quickly and although the story is a little lengthy, I tried to keep it moving and there are erotic scenes, which I believe enhance the message and tone of the. Kathie turned away from me and I touched her arm asking, "what's the matter?" "You obviously want to say something." Well,... uh!... I was going to say,... Would you show me what to do." Kathie turned away again, then looked back."You've always been so nice. I know you wouldn't hurt me." "My parents don't get home for three hours. We could do it now and you could teach me."I was shocked at what she asked. I froze not knowing how to respond. After all, she was only eighteen years old. I thought.