“So it wasn’t just Brad. How many boys enjoyed that cute little body of yours yesterday?”“Now Bob, Stop it. I’m sure nothing like that happe...ed, now did it Sara?”Again my crying and expression must have given me away and both sat there staring at me, Mom with a look of horror and Dad with amusement.“Guess that ole apple didn’t fall far from the tree.”“What do you mean by that Bob?”“Well, you certainly had a good time sharing your body with half the boys in our high school.”“Now just stop that. ’ He did not seem to mind, he did not break rhythm of his brushing. He did not seem to care. God dam it, she cared. Touch was important to her, and she was going to touch and be touched in something other than some sterile, hermetically sealed, limbo of self conscious conceit. She wanted him to look at her. To be fascinated with her labial folds, with the viscosity of her vaginal secretions as she aroused and met his touch. Tender human contact was important to her. She was not to live without. We started to talk with them. They were and especially one of them who named Kevin were very friendly and talkative people. At some place of the conversation, my wife told that she had back pain and that's why she needed to relax and she came to sauna.Then I noticed that Kevin got excited and he immediately mentioned that he knows how to do massage and he can help her to relieve her pain at least temporarily. My wife liked that idea. He requested my wife to come closer to her. There was no. Summer came along, which meant no school and cut backs at work. So I spent most of my days watching TV. and playing video games. It wasn’t till I saw her by chance one day while I was taking out the trash that my summer changed completely. As I’m taking the trash to the bins a turn around and she the babe standing next to the gate of my neighbour’s house. She was wearing running pants that showed off her prefect ass and strong legs, and a tank top that lift her miraculous breasts into the air..