I think I mumbled something about "You're welcome," and they all ran back to the bedroom to change into their regular clothes. Shel was still in her p...le green sundress, and asked if we could talk privately in my room. I looked at Sam and he winked and whispered, "Enjoy!"I followed Shel into my bedroom, where she sat on the bed and patted a place next to her. I thought, 'Oh, oh, here it comes. Thanks, but no thanks.'I sat close to her and said, "I didn't really get to tell you first, thank you. I’m not either. That seems sleazy,’ Michael replied, but didn’t sound convincing. ‘Let’s go change and hit the pool. Maybe something will work out,’ I suggested, but my heart didn’t believe my own words. We burned one by the pool, which was empty as usual. After the sun went down, we changed into shorts and tees and hit the local coffee shop since, as expected, both of our mothers were home. As open and frank as my mother and I had been about sexuality, it would be crossing a line to bang a guy. Their faces would flash instances of confusion or exasperation before clearing, as if they were attempting to shrug off some problem of their own with meditation techniques that were not quite up to the task of banishing their worries completely. And then there were four older men well into their golden years, their expressions nearly blank with almost narcotic-quality peace. They had deep lines around their eyes, noses, and mouths and one would almost wonder if they were not senile as they sat. When a man is standing, you kneel. Kneel!” he barked.“Fuck you!” yelled the stocky girl, who was still trying to cover herself up. Claire was gratified to see she had quite big udders, and hoped Michael would let her abuse them later.“What did we say about talking?” he jeered. Suddenly, Jim produced a taser and shocked the girl’s twat. She fell and spasmed while the other girls wailed, kneeling in terror. “Better. If you disobey, you will be punished,” he announced. “Or if it happens to amuse a.