Nothing political or inflammatory there. They seemed strange bedfellows, the right-wing newspaperman, the left-wing politician and the begonia grower....I couldn't see a link for the life of me. It was Niall who found it. He flicked back and forth between the various sites. His face was a study in concentration. Finally, he turned to us with three pages cascaded side by side."There, you see?"I had to confess I did not and the others looked equally nonplussed."The lapel buttons," he said. They all. She was hotter then a two dollar pistol and was up for just about anything, I or we could think of. I had always wanted to piss on her and have her piss on me, but it wasn't something I had ever brought up. But tonight, I knew she would be game to anything nasty. I asked her if she was up to some kinky things? She said to me, "What do you have in mind?" "I want to piss on you," I replied "and want you to piss on me." "Sounds nasty," she said. "But I like it." She gets up and gets a plastic. .. it's like my Mother knows more about how to talk to her and raise her than I do." I lifted Vi's chin and countered what she said with, "I'm not sure that's the way it is, but please, go on – I'm listening..." She gave me a kiss of appreciation, then she continued... "Up there in the country, she can go to a small school, with just a few students in her class ... and there is a lot less pressure on her ... you see, Rhonda doesn't know what she wants to be ... she's a tomboy, just like I was,. . . make-up had removed the ravages of travel . . . smooth female flesh was powdered and exotically scented. Quentin strolled across and, almost casually it seemed, fondled one of Julia’s breasts.“Better than aboard the Paradise, eh Julia?” he enquired.“Y-Yes, Master,” answered the girl at once.“You agree, Melissa?” asked Quentin, going over and also fondling her naked breasts. Havers noted that neither girl recoiled in the slightest; indeed they seemed to thrust out their breasts even more.