. Billie or not. At least he could get his ashes hauled by Alicia Shelton and stop thinking about white meat for a while.At five after eight, Hanson f...nished drying from his bath and slipped into a pair of suede-leather pants, tight in the ass and flaring slightly over his high boots."Shit," he laughed, slapping the back of one thigh, "I'll show these country boys how to dress." Then he pulled on a skintight jersey, tucked it in and cinched up the silver buckle of his big brown belt."You be. “Do you not sunbathe?” he asked her. She turned her head to look at him. “Well not really, and well...” Her eyes seemed to scan around the glade. “Oh you don’t have to worry about that my dear, we really are quite secluded, and people seldom come here. In fact you’re the first in, Oh let’s just say a very long time. Do you not like to feel the heat of the suns rays on your naked body, it really can be quite invigorating, quite sensual.” “It’s just that, “she looked down at her dress,” I’m. Right behind her was the hostess escorting the next customer to the empty booth a couple of tables away from me. The customer was alone and a very attractive woman who appeared to be in her early thirties. Her makeup was perfect, but she was wearing some very expensive looking, rumpled clothing and she looked very tired. She reminded me of someone who had a night job and was stopping to eat something before heading home to sleep; although her clothes looked like she had slept in them.I had a. I know."I looked at Pyx. "What gave you this idea?" The Christmas party. All those people had tattoos and jewelry poking out of their body parts. I started thinking, what can I do to show the world my devotion to you."My respiratory and heart rate slowed. "I understand. You saw Debbie's blue butterfly on her ass, and you thought you should do the same."She nodded. "I thought it was pretty."Vonda put a hand on Pyx's shoulder. "I used to have that design on my ass. It's Mistress Mary's mark of.