Sitting up on our towels, We chit chat for the next 20 minutes learning all about each other. I offer her a beer and she gratefully accepts. We clink ...ottles in a mock toast to the sun god. I just love watching her lift her bottle to her lips and drink. "I'm glad you came along...", she says pausing. "I've been wanting to sun my back and need someone to apply sunscreen" She gives me a naughty grin. My mind races. I quickly blurt, "I'd be more than happy."She hands me the sunscreen and turns. Patty said, “Call your dad and let him know where you are and that you are safe. Then we can get cleaned up and get some food.”After we all showered and changed, I heard part of the story. Adriana’s mother had passed away a few years back and her dad is a fisherman. He often goes out for a few days at a time until he has enough to make the sale of his catch worthwhile. He’d left the morning that Adriana had left for Paris and she just left him a note saying that she was going to be away for a. “It’s been awful. A living nightmare. It happened two years ago. We were constantly raided by the bandits but we always fought them off. We thought them a nuisance but no more. Then there appeared a caravan, just like any other caravan. Wagons and horses, people walking, some riding. We allowed them into the town and directed them towards the caravan quarter. Once inside the gates, they attacked. They took out all of the town guard. Killed every last one of them. They soon captured the town.. Of course she came. That was why she was a sissy. When she came into theSalon, clad only in wet hair and the hose and the heels, Amelia pointed,no words needed, to the center styling chair. Priscilla immediately satin the chair and Amelia had the honor of rolling her husband's hair ontomedium prickly mesh rollers after liberally applying setting lotion.Mother had never wound anyone's hair as tight as she did to thisparticular sissy. You could see father's mouth grimace as each curlerfound it's.