Under her severe charcoal business skirtshe was wearing a tiny lace thong which she would be sure to let him glimpse. ******************** She drove ...n along the service road which allowed staff and deliveries toavoid the queues of tourists' cars. She parked the shiny red Ford Focus inthe small courtyard at the back of the barns and storage buildings. As shewalked across the yard she was aware of some of the animal keepers in their "JungleJim" style uniforms, murmuring to each other as they. On the stage, two stout poles stood, about six feet apart. Off to a side, a large, dark chest. Nothing else. There was no one there yet, except for the gorgeous Jane and me. I felt the cool air on my arms and heard the hum of the air conditioner in the distance.A door opened and Olga led Lynette in by the hand. I tried to rush to embrace her but Jane held me back.?Don’t. Wait for her to come to you,? she said, ?that is how she wants it.?Lynette wore only a white terrycloth bathrobe; her feet. There are patches of rocks on the beach that you can go behind and there are dunes with aran grass on them. You can either go up in the dunes and lay down on a rug, else you get hideously sandy and it chafes, or you can go up against the rocks. The sea is too wild to go in, and sea sex is better someplace warm, where the sea is clear and blue. We could plan to go to one of those quiet, beautiful, wild beaches. I could have a dress on, so that I don’t need to wear any panties and you can slip. Your father shook you awake in the middle of the night ordering you to run from the village and go deeper into the hills for safety. He had been a sweaty mess, his shirt ripped away to reveal scratches and bruises (which may have been hickeys in retrospect) on his muscular chest and the small sword he had bought for home defense dripping with black blood. You had escaped out the back door, the last you saw of your father he was being pinned down to the dinner table by twin, blonde-haired, naked.