” “What kit?” asked Chris. “Don’t be so fucking thick, Chris! Your condoms, you idiot – never go anywhere without a supply of condoms on...you!” “But I won’t need them this afternoon on the beach,” protested Chris. “You never know,” I said and with that we set off towards the sea shore. At the beach we left our clothes in a hired locker, rented a large sun umbrella and found ourselves a place where we could sit. Now this beach was a nude beach for men, but it was not exclusively a gay beach.. He admired her courage and honesty. She was intelligent and sincere. Her smiling face reminded him of a flower opening in Spring. He had been close to giving in a few times. The idea was so tempting. It would be an easy jump from dinner table to her hotel room. Paul would not allow it. His feelings went deeper than fondness. At times he felt himself a father to her, or maybe a close uncle. At other times he was her mentor. In between, he heard a voice that urged him to become her lover. ‘Tell. .what...what do you mean. I ain't got no money and I need to get to my class...' Clarence looked at me and exited the room. I could hear his tennis as they moved over the floor. First away and then coming back. Clarence looked at me and stated '...I just wanted to make sure every one was gone...' I was froze in my stance as Clarence came to me and took my note book and class books from my grasp and dropped them on a dressing bench. Clarence then walked to me as I stepped back till I was against. She was dressed in oneof her many dominatrix outfits. My eyes lowered to the tips of her calflength, open toe and open heeled boots. I was speechless as I slowlylooked up from her leather boots to her well toned nylon clad thighs, oneof which was concealed by her knee length leather skirt, the other sidefully exposed by the slit in her skirt. I felt myself grow ever weakeras I took in her sexy black leather jacket which was offset by her whiteblouse. Leather gloves holding a riding crop. I.