No cable service, of course, just snowy images of the locals. I flicked it off. Leaning back, I spotted something behind the Klymonn's old sofa, leani...g against the wall. I reached down. It was a plain manila envelope. I unclasped the flap and pulled out a well-worn magazine. "Teen Temptresses." Hmm. Bert must have left this behind. Or Maggie? The kids? I flipped through the pages, pausing at the ones that stayed open themselves. Young women in skimpy outfits adorned every page. My dick. "Mrs. Lenoir? Mrs. Helen Lenoir?" a deep male voice asked. "Yes, this is her. Who's asking?" I asked. Clearing his voice, he started, "My name is Peter Benfort, I'm sorry for your loss. I'm deeply sorry. Your mother was an amazing woman..." I interrupted him. He was talking like he knew my mother, but I've never heard his name, "I'm sorry. Do I know you? You seem to know my mother, but I have no idea who you are." His voice became gentle, and I could feel he was smiling, "No, you don't know me,. Eventually I giggled and told him to pause a moment. I skipped to the dressing table and with my back turned, used my nail scissors to cut a few notches in the neckline. I hopped back into my position against the door."Try it now" I whispered.This time he tugged and the shirt just hard enough for it to open up like he was ripping open the best present ever. I swear to god the sound that t-shirt made as it was torn off my wet, tingling tits is the sexiest sound I have ever heard. I just stood. Fuck her, I thought as I started to walk away. The only thing that stopped me was the snuffling and wailing going on behind me. ‘Please leave me the robe and a towel. Please, I’m begging you.’ Well I didn’t want her to get a cold, or hypothermia. The temperature of that mountain water in mid May was about fifty eight degrees on average. I dumped the armful into the path and kept walking, fuming as I went. ………………………………………. This little lake wasn’t really developed. Three fourths of the shoreline.