Once, while I was being the busybody that I am; I found a playboy under the mattress in my brother’s bed. I immediately locked myself in my room and...began to flip through it. That tingly feeling of excitement filled my body, the female body was beautiful. I just hoped to grow up and look like them. I started wearing skimpier clothes, and acting like the girls that I saw on TV, and even though I was young, I looked older, and I know I attracted the attention of many men. One of those, my daddy’s. The Brewster family introduced me around and only the Macintyres made me feel unwelcome. I learned quickly that everyone else just sort of tolerated the Macintyres, who seemed to think they ran the place. Jenny Macintyre certainly didn’t have any qualms about being outwardly unfriendly to me and I think Nate was the only one who didn’t notice. The Sunday after Easter we retired to the livingroom after lunch. Our post-lunch routine varied from week to week. Sometimes we sat and read in. She felt hands briefly rest on a buttock, or brush across the garter belt button visible through her tight skirt. Was that a hand briefly cupping her breast? she thought…After probably slightly longer than it should’ve taken, the case was on the luggage rack. Everyone returned to their seats. She appeared to be ever so slightly flustered. Slightly red in the face.One of the men offered her a drink and pulled out a flask.Jo readily accepted.He poured the drink into a small plastic cup and handed. "What other photos of yourself do you have?", I asked her. She sat up. dug though the box, and took out another packet. "Have a look at these," she said. The top photo was of her standing in the same dress in her hotel room, but the remainder were a series of her doing a slow and sensual strip. I quickly looked throught them to find the others were of Cheryl doing the same. "We were a bit tipsy, and decided to do some glamour shots of each other," she said. Cheryl was wearing a light pink satin.