Fifteen going on twenty-five, it looked like. Her lustrous blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, emphasizing her perfect cheekbones and her livel... blue eyes. Her somewhat over-mascaraed lively blue eyes, to my way of thinking. She was dressed in a bathrobe that had fallen open as she propped her long, tanned legs on the coffee table to paint her toenails with a bottle of polish the color of blood.I had no idea who the third girl was. She was sitting in one of the wing chairs, her legs. I realized that I was still weeping, though morequietly. She shifted to the side and pulled up the front of my diaperand fastened the tabs. The mixed fluids from their bout of intercoursewere sealed in against my hairless privates. It gave me a sense ofbeing unforgettably defiled.He got up and effortlessly helped her to her feet. His pants were stillopened and his flaccid cock, much larger soft than mine was hard, hungthere like a symbol of his raw masculinity. She leaned against him. They would take care of the flight to and from.At the airport, Alexis imparted the first of many surprises of our future life together. Instead of going to long term parking and catching a shuttle to the large terminals, she turned into the small terminal for private jets and its own secure parking lot. Puzzled, all I could see were private planes of all sizes and a few executive business jets. She would not respond to my questions except that we were at the right terminal and to get the bags. The wood is damp and the room smoky, it reminds me of thewet Appalachian apple orchards of the harvest times of myyouth. Naked I throw some more logs on the coals and stokethe fire. The little light from the fireplace emits a gauzyreflection off the window panes, but I see a white ghostbeyond them on the screen porch. The flames behind me warmmy back and backside, but my chest feels cold. I can feelthe damp coldness wash over from the lake and through theopen door.Sue does not turn when I come.