He managed to hold her at bay, avoiding her kicks. She tried to claw at him with her hands, but he easily evaded her attempts to strike him."You think...you can taunt me and walk away unscathed? No, dear girl, you're going to learn exactly what the wrath of God feels like. I'm going to let go of you now, and if you know what's good for you, you'll stay right there, just as you are now. If you move so much as a muscle, I swear to God I'll give you a good deal more than a spanking! I'll beat you. It was another reason why French laws had been changed, at least regarding children.We used some of that money to provide a sort of early warning system. Unknown to her, Marcia was the model we would use on most of the Cote d'azur beaches. Mothers, grand mothers even grand fathers were our 'watchers'. A small stipend was paid and a sort of reward if any lead or tip about a suspicious person or group was made. Sure, we had many false alarms, but the value from a legitimate one far outweighed any. The stress of the divorce had made me a very rebellious kid. The two people who really saved my sanity then were my Aunt Jane and my Uncle George. Jane was Mom's sister. They loved the outdoors -- camping and hiking. They'd go up into the Sierras for weeks at a time, backpacking in the high country. They weren't nudists, and even brought swimsuits for when they bathed in the lakes and rivers, even though there was nobody but us for miles around. But they taught me everything they knew about. The next time I saw her, we talked for an hour and I eventually broke and asked her to dinner. We had a nice dinner and pleasant conversation. She wore a long gray skirt that clung to her thin body like a glove. It perfectly wrapped around her small, shapely ass such that I could tell she was in thong underwear.We sat on a bench by the lake and she kissed me. My reluctance still endured; I was not going to start anything, because I knew where I would finish it. She straddled me and sat atop my.