She came in a few minutes later followed by Mindy. She went to Charlie while Mindy came up to me.I looked at them and grinned. "I guess they're ready....Mindy grinned back. "Andrea has been pestering me to leave for an hour. They're young." I agree. Sometime, you must get Mike or me to tell you the story of Mike's parents. Charlie knows our rules. Both parties have to be fifteen to consent. Poppa Jack allows no exceptions even for his own son. Also, consent means consent."Mindy looked relieved to. Before lying down, she stretched, raising her arms above her head, yawning loudly. Her long, loose T-shirt also lifted up, her nipples pressing against the material. She did not bother to be considerate, which irritated me a little, but I still wondered whether she was wearing anything else than the shirt. I soon found out. I didn’t move or say anything. She lied down and wriggled a little to get comfortable. We were motionless for a long while. My mind drifted to the marathon, and, eventually,. Alsover feared that between herself and Maria, perhaps they were straining the boy's libido. After careful consideration, she decided to invite Mr. Oliver for dinner. Having seen some of his private paintings, it had been her suspicion that Mr. Oliver was more interested in her posing nude than dinner itself.And sure enough, the first thing Mr. Oliver suggested after accepting her invitation was to bring paper and charcoal for some 'sketch practice' after dinner.Ms. Alsover had also invited. "She looked closely at me, and I cursed the fact I hadn't bothered toshave since I had woken up ..."Who are you?" she asked of me nervously as she pointed the shotgun atme."My name is Dorothy, what's yours?" Chloe. You're .... a girl?" Kinda, yeah. Its ... complicated." I think you better come with me."I shrugged, and kept my hands up as I stepped over the broken glass ofthe door, and out onto the street.A couple of blocks walking later, I found myself looking at a what Ithink was once a.