“Better get your breakfast! That ferry is coming soon,” she said, with the cheerful demeanor of a suburban housewife who knew that Target was havi...g a sale on LaCroix. He did find himself very hungry, and he started scarfing down the pancakes, and drinking some orange juice. No pulp, the way he liked it.“Thank you Vivienne,” he said“You are welcome, Jordan,” she answered. The barest hint of a blush moved across her features. Before he knew it, breakfast was gone, and last night was no longer. Her panties are totally soaked. I put them back where they were. It’s a good thing the girl’s locker room has liquid soap. I washmy hands and my penis. Looking around the entrance reveals no one in sight, so I can exitsafely. I go and sit at a safe distance, pretending to read a physicsbook. It was last month. It was with a heart filled with fear and a rosein my hand that I approached her. She was at the park, autumn leavesfalling at her feet, sitting there near the red. “It’s just been so long since I’ve seen a...” Her eyes came up to my face. “A man, Pat. I’d just like to see what a man looks like again.”“You want to see my ... my... “ I couldn’t say it. “You want to see it?” I said, instead.“Yes, please?” she asked, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “I won’t tell anybody you showed me.”I would hope not!What would you do? I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t scared or anything ... it was just ... weird, you know?“Please, Pat?” she said. She. It was his right topunish criminals on his land. What did he care about the feelings of afew commoners? That was inconsequential compared to the need fordiscipline. But the tension was palpable, the faces dark and troubled. Hecouldn't take the silence any longer."Get back to your business!" he cried. "Go on! There's nothing more tosee here! A criminal has been justly punished! There's nothing more tosay on the matter!"He turned his back on them and strode back to his horse, climbed astrideand.