“We are offering this in total privacy, to exclusive clientele that are paying a lot for the privilege,” I said.“So it’s a sex camp, kind of, ...nyway,” Fiona replied, stunned. Genja choose that exact moment to walk out and join us.“Where’s a sex camp?” Genja asked.“Over there!” Both Jane and Fiona said at exactly the same time, then started to laugh at each other.“Does that shock you?” I asked Fiona.“No, I don’t think so. I’m just curious, I suppose. I mean you have a sex camp, and all that. . what do you call the thing between a woman's legs.' They hesitated, then Terry blurted out," It's your fanny." I looked at them and said,"And what do you call what's between your legs?" Terry was getting bolder,"They're our dicks." He answered, grinning." Well." I said, " How about if I show you my fanny, you can show me your dicks. How does that sound?" They both answered together without hesitating," Yeah OK." We all got up and left the park, the two boys leading, chattering away sniggering. Sally added: “We wanted to tell you about what was happening tomorrow or the day after, but your early arrival has foreshortened our timetable.”“What timetable?” asked Paul, mystified.He sat up, even though it made his head swim.“Paul,” said Sally in tones that dripped arrogance and condescension, “the situation is that I deserve more than to be just the wife of a mere pastor like you. I am now the wife of the Prophet Bob.”Paul said: “What on earth? Bob’s a prophet? And have you forgotten that. ”“My goodness, Sammy. I can’t believe the way I let you talk to me these days.” Joyce put the glasses on and unbuttoned her high-waisted pants. “I suppose we can wash the glasses afterward. But I’m not letting you ruin any more of my clothes.” She pulled off the pants, folded them, and put them on the floor next to her. She unbuttoned her blouse.Sam laughed. “Those glasses were in style when I was like eight-years-old.”“I do feel a bit silly.” Joyce pulled off her blouse, folded it, and placed.