.. orgasms!“Taking the encrypted sat phone, he threw on house shoes, sweat pants, flannel shirt, and knit hat before heading to the upper deck. It w...s still quite cool and breezy, and he wished he’d thought to grab something warm to drink before he came up into the open.“Oh well, coulda-woulda-shoulda...”HarryHe was enjoying a mug of coffee, watching Margo spank Carol to their submissive wife’s fifth ... maybe sixth orgasm.“Phone for you, Sir,” ‘Hika said, handing him the encrypted satellite. I turned beat red in the face and focused on driving down the road. I was so embarrassed. "You don't talk to girls much do you" She asked. I only nodded my head in more embarrassment. "It's ok. I guess your the only friend I have now." She lowered her head and looked at the ground. "What uhh... What's your name?" I asked "Miranda." It's nice to meet you." I said awkwardly. "So Scott"she smiled" where are we headed?" To a camp ground site about 45 minutes away. But I can drive you to the nearest. I felt totallytransformed - almost like a butterfly crawling from a 17 year old cocoon."You are now the young Natasha," my grandmother announced. "You will notwear the dreary black clothing I was forced to wear as a girl but ratheryou shall be colorful, and, may I say young Natasha, beautiful." Iblushed! No one ever had called me handsome, good looking or evenattractive. Suddenly I was beautiful!I rushed to the small mirror in our wagon and shuddered when I saw myimage staring back,. . and grown up ... and, I don't know ... serious about protecting us. It made me realize how you have had to pretty much raise yourself, because every time I tried to be a mother to you, Tim would lose his temper and take it out on all of us."You must really hate me for neglecting you all these years, and I don't blame you one bit. I really don't ... blame you."But, David, I don't see any trace of resentment, anger, hate, or even indifference in you. I see a grown man, not a sixteen-year-old.