.but..." Now all we need is a name for you. Did you have one picked out when you andBeth played dress up?" Emily. She called me Emily Ann." That's a v...ry nice name dear. Just get used to hearing it from now untilthe end of summer. You may go now, but be home by dinner time because weregoing to the mall later to get you a few things." I'm not going outside!" Yes, you are. I am not going to let you waste the entire summer watchingtelevision or playing on your computer Emily. Besides, Mrs. Hansen. After my extensive interviews with lots of female inmates, I had come to the conclusion that most of the female inmates were more than familiar with anal love-making and they had no hang-ups like most of the older female civilian population about it being a deviant form of sex.I remembered my two younger sisters telling me they both let their boyfriends “do it” back there because it beat worrying about a condom and they certainly didn’t want to have to make an announcement at the breakfast. It was 4 in the afternoon, and a hot summers day. Helen was sunbathing in her garden, thinking about the fact that she hadn't masturbated in 5 days, and she thought it too hot to bother getting changed out of her bikini. Her son, Mark,was in his bedroom, and she saw no reason to cover herself.She got herself a cool drink before laying herself back on the sun lounger, stretching her legs out and allowing herself to close her eyes for a moment before considering doing some housework that needed. Yet if there was annoyance in that challenge there was also excitement, forshe was a beautiful woman, a delicate aristocracy about her features, a darkdisdain about the set of her mouth which he could not disregard, and Goncourtfelt a thrill in his loins as he thought of how her pride might be broken. Slowly they climbed the staircase to the first floor of the manor house,gently he guided her along the corridor to the playroom, the only sound forthe moment the soft rustle of her long silk.