Is this it, I thought? Had we become our parents? "Quiet, George the kids may hear. Not tonight, I have a headache."At twenty-two did I have forty or ...ifty more years of this? As the days and weeks rolled by this became our norm. Then thoughts creped into my head, maybe we had been to young and this was a mistake on our part. I loved Mike, but now I entertained thoughts of leaving him to find that something that was missing from my life.Yet I really didn't want to take this step. But something. O. Wilson’s autobiography, Naturalist, which had arrived last week, aside and began to read my acquisition. Beginning with the Introduction, I was amazed to learn that Harington, the translator, had been the inventor of the flush toilet and that the translation had been done as a “punishment exercise” for having exposed some of Elizabeth I’s ladies to bawdy stories.The sixteenth century hadn’t been like that when I was in school.But I read the first Canto with at least some enthusiasm as the. ”“Well, enjoy the water. It’s also nice in a lake like our resort has but we don’t go to the nude part of the ocean beach very much; there are some strange characters there at times,” Tom commented.They swam around and chatted for about fifteen minutes when the sliding door suddenly opened and two people came out of the house.“Janice!” Tom exclaimed. “We didn’t expect you home till tomorrow.”One of the girls answered, “We got done early so I decided to come today. This is my suitemate, Carlyn.. He settled into his seat and let Betty do a striptease in front of his leering eyes.Doing a slow dance in front of the Giant boy was not something that she was comfortable with. That much Valerie could see. So she decided that she should help out her blonde friend in giving an adequate performance for the boy.She moved up behind the unwary Betty and slipped her hands around the blonde's waist and guided her into undulating her hips suggestively. Just like being lead in a dance, Betty followed.