Instead, I was stuffing my shit in a locker that smelled of fermented towels and venting my anger on the equipment here. I kept it up until they were ...eady to close and then drove past the place that was supposed to be my retreat. I parked in front of the house and looked at it for a few minutes. Would I set foot in that house now that they’d been fucking in there for months? I couldn’t say. I think I’d call in a professional cleaning crew to scrub every trace of them out of the house if I. As we talked I got the feeling that this man was nothing at all what I had been hearing he was. He was absolutely polite, seemingly reserved, and a real gentleman. Yet I sensed somewhere deep in his soul there was this beast that wanted to explode out of its bonds.I invited him to come to our house and have supper and get to know myself and my husband since he was totally new in town and knew no one except his brothers. It certainly was not something I had ever done and why I did is beyond me. He blinks, cocks his head to one side, narrows his eyes. "You ok, Frank?" No," I mutter through clenched teeth.His confusion immediately turns to concern. "Shit, what happened?" he asks worriedly. "Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?"I slap his hand away when he reaches for me. "Fuck you, Gerard," I snarl at him, and a look of surprise and pain contorts his pretty face. I ignore it and go on with my tantrum. "You can't waltz in here and start this shit, and then just walk away. What the. . Sunny Acres in Williamsdale is willing that we set up a naturist day-care facility in their resort; their offering the place almost rent-free and they'd even accept the parents at reduced rates on week-ends. Isn't that wonderful?"Several parents, seeing Meredith, Lisa and her team, all seemingly at ease with their nudity, started to think that, maybe, being naked wasn't that bad, after all. At least three sets of parents were openly discussing stripping down on arrival while two other sets of.