" She turned to Marie and said, "Marie, tell Viv how my Gino proposed to you." Marie laughed and began to tell the story, "I was twelve years old the...first time. G and D were fourteen. And neck deep in royal shit, as usual. They were grounded and weren’t allowed to attend the school dance. G had promised to dance with me, after I had to threaten him about a million times to get him to agree. The night of the dance we all walked by here, to tell D and G that we were sorry they were grounded. I. "I must protest," the lawyer complained."Silence!" the Judge ordered, "Mrs Fowler, if you please."She strode in from the waiting room, "So where did you obtain this antique ring?" he asked."From my mother and from her mother before her," she lied convincingly."And this is the one?" he asked and had the clerk show her the ring."Yes, this is the one I gave dear Francis for his beloved." she replied."The one the Lady Catherine stole?" the Judge asked."Why yes!" she agreed."Then how do you explain. I was uncomfortably warm and was starting to take off my shirt just to be a little cooler. I guess Tom took that as something provocative and then he said "Well OK" in a rather resigned tone of voice. I was lying on a reclining chair and I pulled my pants down halfway and asked him to join me on the chair. I was disappointed when he declined but he did sit on the carpet next to the recliner and started playing with my penis. I don't think he kept his eyes off it for an entire hour.He seemed. But now I had her in my sights as I watched the woman sat down on a large backless bench near the creek and started drawing on an artist sketch pad. I guessed she couldn’t have been much over thirty-five now, tall and slender with small firm breasts set high on her chest. She was truly beautiful. If she desired, she could have been a very successful model, as she had all the physical features as well as the ‘look’. To spend this night with her was the fulfilment of fantasy, to be able to show.