Then I caught myself and scolded myself as I thought okay Anna, relax it’s not like he’s undressing you or even implying that. I forced myself to ...elax.Freddy had me lean on my left side and cup my head with my hand and then bend my right leg at my knee and put my hand on it. This pulled my dress to a point I felt like half of my breast were exposed. My dress slid down my leg and when I went to straighten it out Freddy said no, no, it’s perfect like that. What he didn’t know was I wasn’t. This is Sardha Clarke. This is Becca Clarke. This is Ryan Clarke and his wife, Bonnie. This is Willa Clarke. This is Wilbur Clarke, her brother.“This is Tara Lou Clarke. This is Jared Clarke and his wife, Leah. These are Barry Clarke and his wife, Diana, Yitzhak Clarke and his wife, Sarai, and Kylie Anne and Kelly Rae Clarke. This is Eve Clarke. This is Stacy Clarke. This is Eileen Clarke. The rest of these ... I don’t recall their names yet, my apologies, but for now at least all of their last. She saw what she saw. She simply smiled, and walked out of the room. "Oh fuck! What am I gonna do? Did that ruin our relationship?" I thought, panicking. So I got my towel, and got in the shower. That's what I do when something bad happens. As I sit on the floor of the shower, leaning against the wall, I whisper: "I can't believe this is happening. Why didn't I lock the door? Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit..." I trail off, thinking about what happ- Wait a minute! Did she smile? Thinking back,. Not the scenery or the weather, both of which were nice, but simple physical movement. Left foot, right foot, left foot, repeat. It had a surprizingly effective soothing effect, one that was more hypnotic than I realized. I completely fogged and found myself a good distance away before I noticed.What brought me out of my happy fugue was hearing a string of profanity shouted loudly enough to rise above the sound of the surf. I stopped and looked around, belatedly focusing on my surroundings. The.