Is it ... um ... is it a NUDIST campsite by ... by any chance?”Gemma’s response was immediate.“You bet your bottom dollar it is. But it’s not ...ust any ORDINARY old nudist camp ... this one is special. But, well ... I guess you don’t need to know anything about that. We’ll just go and see dad and see what he can do. OK?”“OK” replied Keith softly as he took a few steps to follow the naked girl as she turned and headed up the bank.Keith was also mumbling some other words to himself but just out of. She quickly looked away at first, but was unable to stop herself from taking a second peek. She looked long enough to at least confirm that she had seen what she thought she'd seen. She quickly looked back down at the iced tea she was making, but the picture of Mitch's cock was burned into her mind now. She tried to think of something else, like when Mitch was a little boy, or better yet when he was a baby. "I was at the hospital the day that boy was born," Emma thought to herself. Emma tried. The woman greeted Joe with a kiss reminding him of their brief intimacy. Age had thickened her and brought unbecoming jowls to her face. But it had struck her husband more forcibly. He had become thin. Depleted. Emphysema had him on oxygen. But lung cancer put him near death.The woman had been a gracious host, providing café au lait and cut up baguette and softened butter for her guests. But once she set the simple breakfast down, she took Joe’s hand. “Excuse us please,” she said in French to. ”“What eye witness account? I have no idea who that is!” she answered. Linya was becoming a little scared about these accusations. “Would you please tell me what this is all about?”The officer rubbed his forehead and said“Just tell us already. We have checked your background and it seems that you just don't know who you've got involved with. Trust me, that man is not worth being protected.”Linya began to shout from frustration“Who is that man!? I'm not protecting him, I've never met.