. particularly yours.”“What’s wrong with mine?”“I just said, nothing.”“How would you know?”“I guessed; men do that when under pressu...e from women.”“You think I’m a woman?”“Er ... yes, a young woman.”“So you do want to see my tits!”“No!”“Why not?”“For God’s sake will you stop this? You’re fourteen, I’m one hundred and five and you’re way too young to be even talking about this!”“But you just said I’m a woman.”“Yes ... and?”“So, you noticed I’m a woman?”“Yes...”“So what do you think ... of me as. Eloquent. The word didn’t really suit her. It was too fancy, reserved, like some Downton Abbey woman. Maddie wasn’t like that. Sure, she spoke well, she wrote well, she knew how to win every goddamn argument we’d ever had but she wasn’t as clean and polished as she liked everyone to believe. We’d met at a party. Not a regular party but what the regulars liked to call a ‘play party’ - the kind where people showed up in masks and leather and all the assorted shit that gets grouped up into places. Then they got the girls to their feet and pushed them toward the van. The blonde was panicking and had to be tasered again and then carried. The brunette wept but was compliant. Once inside the van Scott hogtied the girls while Bruce got them back on the road. Satisfied with his knot work, Scott allowed himself to admire the girls for the first time. They were a fine catch, all legs and lips and breasts and eyes. Absently, he rubbed the blonde's thigh and asked Bruce, "Where are we taking. As usual, despite the time lapse we got on well picking up from where we left off and I was looking forward to next few weeks together. We did the usual things that Dad’s and sons do but being a naturist and living quite close to a really nice nude beach I did wonder how, in the intervening couple of years Charlie was going to react when I suggested a trip to the beach a couple of days later when the sun made staying at home a total waste – we get so few sunny days in England that it would be a.