" I take it you didn't Google the place name like I suggested." I never had time." Her voice then dropped to an urgent, panicky whisper. "They're all ...AKED here! Did you know RALPH is a nudist? My boss, is, a, NUDIST!" Your boss is named Ralph?" A little light had flashed inside my head."Yes, Ralph Hemingway." He has a wife, three kids, all under 10?" I asked."His wife is older than that, but the kids are all under 10. He's been showing their pictures to us." Yep, my sister was four sheets to. .. to be... you know... wimps!"Janice looked at Tim startled."Do... do you think I'm a wimp?" he asked suddenly."Lord no!" Janice said with amazement in her voice. "That thought has never occurred to me," she added. Then, suddenly she understood. It was the "male" thing, the pride of ownership, and maybe ego. She hugged Tim to her and said, "Truthfully, I'm not sure what the word really means. However, I know that you're not a wimp. You're as much a man as anyone I have ever known!" she said. She had on cutoff denim shorts that were cut so high that we could easily see the undercurve of her silky bottom below the hem. She had on a tight, white, clingy tank top with thin straps. When she turned it was obvious she didn't have a bra on. At the time I guess she was about a C cup, maybe almost a D, and her tits rode high and perky, pressing against her tight shirt. The thin white fabric of her top clung to and clearly outlined her dark, protruding nipples. She had long, curly, medium. 'Oh god,’ he thought to himself, ‘Anything but this.’Calvin spent the next forty minutes looking over the dossier that had been handed to him.Bruiser was large and ultra-masculine. In short, a complete wet dream for any queen into alpha males. He had an exquisitely proportioned muscular body and was ruggedly handsome. The only negative for Calvin was that Bruiser had cauliflower ears. The left ear was only slightly puffy, but the right ear was rather mangled and looked like a large dried pear..