As Jennifer got closer to her car an idea began to formulate in her mind. She could delay the putting on of her clothes just a bit longer if she was b...ave enough to drive home to Cedarcrest still in the nude. She could get dressed then. That would give her another twenty minutes of naked freedom at least.Jennifer also knew about the many BSC girls who had become Absolutes – girls that would not wear a stitch of clothing on campus or off campus. The two female students she had met eighteen. I didn't recognize any of the names registered for my old schools, but Iregistered myself anyway--and two days later I got an e-mail from MaxTaylor. He had been my best friend for most of my childhood; we'd met atnursery school, and found we lived in the same street, then went together tothe same schools until we were 16, when I left to get a job. Max stayed on,got some A levels, then went to university...I hadn't seen or heard fromhim in over 12 years.The last time I saw Max was on his. Just the fact that she had used the nickname was a step in the right direction. “Of course, I agree,” he said, although his cock had other ideas. “Shall we head to the dining room?”Chapter ThreeDinner was delicious, and they managed to have a delightful conversation, complete with some not-so-subtle innuendo.After they finished, they headed to the study to enjoy some wine by the fire. With alcohol loosening his tongue and his demeanor, McKinley asked, “So, why does a woman who is as. Unsecured line." Harry, old chap, we are so glad to have you back in Venice. Long time away, you old bugger. Meet me at the usual place, my dear fellow at midnight tonight. Do Zaftra."I recognized my old friend Harold Simon whom I had assumed had met his maker a long time ago. Probably, he was thinking the exact same thought about me and understandably so.The "usual place" had to be "Harry's Bar" a cozy little hideaway that was not named after me at all. At least, I didn't think so.I checked my.