Miss Jenkins just looked at him for a second. "What kind of things were they saying?"If he was nervous before, he was sweating bullets now. "Well, act...ally it was that you, uh, well that you..." That I'm a lesbian?" she offered."Yeah, but they didn't say it that way. They said you were a dyke. And when I mentioned it in front of my mom she about ripped my head off." Your mother sounds like someone I might like to meet some day. That is a word I really don't like. It conjures up such a negative. "Oh, hi daddy," said Chrissie. "I thought it would be fun to go throughsome of mommy's old things and play dress up, is that OK?" "Yes, ofcourse - that's fine honey. Just don't leave a mess, OK? I have beenthinking about donating her things to the Salvation Army so if there isanything that you girls like you are welcome to it" he added, and leftthe room. "You see, Taylor - my dad is OK with it, he realizes that heneeds to move on and it would actually be helping him if you and Tiffanycould. Her white, luminous skin seemed to glow and the light from the candles made strange, pinkish patterns over her body. Her blonde hair swung like a wind-tossed cloud about her finely sculpted face, and her deep, blue eyes seemed to sparkle from the rush of strange excitement. Her huge, red-tipped breasts bounced and shimmered as she thrashed her body, and it was all Raoul could do to keep from throwing her down on the rug and fucking her right there on the spot. His eyes were glued to her ripe,. She walked slightly ahead of him as the lane narrowed and became a path winding its way towards the water. He watched her hips moving from side to side and because if the light material of her skirt and with the sunlight shining as it was he could see that she wore white underwear. She looked back at him as they arrived at the river, well hidden from public view and as they both sat down, she placed her hand on his shoulder to balance herself as she did so. This touch sent waves of anticipation.