“It’s cool. I won’t tell anyone,” promised Denis. They sat on the bed. Maxim turned the television volume up very loud so his coworkers on eit...er side would not hear. “You act like a girl,” Maxim blurted. “I’m sorry,” Denis apologized. “Oh no! It turns me on.” “Can I get a little more comfortable?” “Sure!” Denis went into the bathroom. He washed up briefly, rubbed some baby oil over his body, and walked out wearing only a yellow lace thong. “Wow,” Maxim exclaimed. “You like,” Denis checked. “Oh. It’s just not a last name I could have ever guessed. So is Buck your real first name or a nickname?” I asked soothingly?“It’s the name my uncle gave me when we moved in with him. My real name is Brockton Thorpe. We moved in with my aunt and uncle when Ben and I were four years old. My parents…they died in a car crash and they took us in.” Buck looked almost embarrassed at his history.I admit it. I was instantly choked up, and then I said, “Oh, Buck. I’m so sorry. I had no idea. That. I said you had better put a t shirt on over that or the lesbian park ranger will be hitting on her. She slipped a net beach cover up over her tiny red bikini and hopped in the truck. I asked if she was coming right back? She gave me a smirk and said I don't know. As she rode off I mixed myself a strong drink and relaxed in a lounge chair. I had just stood to get another drink when I heard tires on gravel. It was my truck and Andrea pulled up with Tim riding shotgun. The passenger side was. He'd been around them long enough, and retained at least most of his sanity, he figured. And God knew he loved to listen to mersong. Was it so entrancing that he felt compelled to fling himself into the sea at all costs? No. But if they had come as close as his guest currently was, and if they were all as gorgeous, he might've just had to reconsider.She didn't join the choir, though. She threw her head back, tossing back her silver hair and revealing her smoothly-sloped, hydrodynamic breasts..