1969/70 was a time when fairly skimpy swimming trunks were the norm and people in shorts were seen as a bit of an oddity! My mother had asked me to go...along to the local gentlemen's outfitters (I love that old fashioned name for a clothes shop) and purchase my new, long school trousers ready for the imminent term.I needed to walk the mile or so to the shop. That was no hardship, I was a fit 15 year old, it was pleasantly sunny and a warm late afternoon in early September as I set off. My. ’ He could have sworn he heard a giggle. At least, he thought, they weren’t screaming at each other. After showering, he crawled into the empty bed. How lonely it was to sleep alone, again. Sleep took a long time before it came upon him, more from mental exhaustion than restful peace and he tossed throughout the night. Wednesday morning, December 30, 1931 High above Santa Monica Bay Far below, the blue waters of the Pacific gave way to the shallow green waves that built up and incessantly. "Let's fuck," Lyla said."Let's go to his room," said Zoe. "There's a bigger bed."Oh my god! What had I done? Yes, Lyla wanted to fuck me like I hoped but Zoe wanted to also.I could have broken away but Lyla and my daughter half-pulled me and I half-willingly went along.Zoe turned on the overhead light. In the brief moment it took my eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness, Lyla had her night shirt off and Zoe was on her knees pulling down my pajama bottom."Let's see it," Lyla said joining Zoe. You are such a good girl, aren’t you? Now, hold like that, I don’t want you to move an inch. I need to check on something but I will be right back.” Running his hand down the length of her back, sliding over her bottom, cupping her cheek, he ended it with a soft, but solid, smack to her bottom. “You don’t want me to have to punish you now, do you?” With that said, he left her alone while he went back out to the front of the store.Izzy stood still, bent over, exposing herself, feeling her sex.