More depressing news."Cheer up," said Henry. "It's over half a century ago." He picked up a long bundle and unwrapped it. "Spears and two throwing sti...ks." Uninteresting." I began on the next bundle. It was a medium-sized piece of bark which had been rerolled. There was a painting on the inside. We unrolled it gently."Can you 'read' it?" Henry asked."Probably," I said. "See, along this side are some golden wattles, acacias. And in front of them are several women. Here is water and in it are men. Of course, I hadn't been much of an expert at the time. It'd been the first time for me too, excluding other kinds of messing around. I'm not sure what I'd been waiting for but being stranded there on the beach with Adam turned out to be it. Maybe I trusted him even then, or at least wanted to."Are you OK, Vivian?" Cynthia asked."Oh, yeah, I was just thinking. Uh, look, I gotta finish some things before school starts. Is it OK if I keep using that computer upstairs?" Yes, that's fine. But. And that's fine..."Her hand is caressing my side through the satin nightie, her leg rubbingbetween mine, her breath so close to my lips... her eyes fixed on mine."But you see... I think you will change your mind, I think you'll beg tobe my blonde bimbo sissy doll princess."I flush knowing I'm erect.. hard, throbbing, and force myself to turnaway from her gaze, looking down and to the side... she gives a ghost ofa chuckle."It's okay princess, I'll make you a promise," she reaches round andgently. Five minutes went by while they worked on separating the blue pieces by shade.“Your mother isn’t like I always thought she was either,” said Agatha softly.“She’s a good woman,” said Bobby. “She should have looked for a man again too.”“She did,” said Agatha, thinking of Theodore.“She did?” Bobby sounded puzzled.“Theodore,” said Agatha. She felt her face get hot.“Oh,” said Bobby. “He didn’t turn out to be the kind of man she could settle down with.”“You know the father?” asked Agatha, her old.