"Oh Robbie, please. I promise I won't tell. I see daddy practically naked every day and no one cares," I pleaded."What do you mean?" he asked.I told h...m I wanted to be a nudist and that daddy said it was ok with him. I even told him Daddy and I ate breakfast naked this morning.I knew that I was stretching the truth, but in my naïve thinking, I really believed it. But somehow, even as naive as I was, I knew better than to tell him I had sat naked on Daddy's lap or that Daddy had hidden a gift. Move on a few years and completely by chance we are both living in a similar part of north London. We weren’t in contact, but out of the blue she e-mailed me to tell me that her mother wasn’t, she had got my e-mail address from an old school friend. We arranged to go for a quick drink that evening to try and cheer her up; it quickly transpired that both of us had recently come out of long term relationships. Needless to say we drank far too much and ended up back at hers, the anticipation was. Hers got messed up by the job change, but she already has her plans for next summer’s American Chemical Society meetings here in Chicago. And she’ll stay at the hotel with the rest of the people at the convention.”“Aren’t you afraid I won’t come back?” she asked.“I’ll say the same thing Jennifer did when you asked her about Becky. If you love someone, set them free...”“But you always added your own corollary to that!” she protested.“The ‘hunt them down and kill them’ bit? That was in jest, and. (Warning: the following explicitly depicts sexual activity which may be frowned upon and/or illegal. Reading further constitutes your assertion that you are mature enough to understand and accept the nature of the material hereinafter, and the author assumes no responsibility for your repressions.)Author's note: This story actually was written several years ago but never posted. It is a short, open-ended tale of romantic, if hesitant, lovemaking between two women.It does stand alone and I do.