She had already pulled the curtains to keep the house warm. She sat on the table spread her legs. I told her lie back on her elbows. Her little stubby...nipples were hard. Her wet brown hair hung down on to the table. I used the scissors to trim the surplus hair off. I deliberately put the cold steel blades near her pussy lips. She flinched."Ohh that's cold" "Keep still the gardener is at work" "I hope your not charging for this" she smiled. Her eyes and mouth lit up her face."Not yet" I rested. Now there was only mine and it was the only thing we had that was remotely dry.In a teeth clattering voice she said "close your eyes while I remove my wet clothes and get into the sleeping bag." I turned around and listened as she got out of her wet clothes. As soon as she was undressed, she crawled into the sleeping bag and told me to do the same.She could tell I was a little reluctant and said "I'll close my eyes."As I stripped down to my underwear and paused for a minute to contemplate what. The inhabitants looked askance at me in curiosity, but offered me no molestations, unless you count the small naked urchins who tumbled about me, touching my hair in curiosity and awe, and fingering the cloth of my shirt. I was left to my own devices for a long while, and was just determining to leave, reacquire my boat, and continue my lonely voyage, when a youth of my age came, and reaching his hand down, dragged me to my feet, and to a circle of stones some three body lengths across. There. “What are you going to do?” asked Lacey finally, looking at her friend.“Me? Do? I’m going to get a few questions answered and then spend the evening with some of my best friends, and then, tomorrow I’m going to go back to Boston where it doesn’t cost an arm and two legs to hire a cab.”“So,” said Lacey, suddenly impatient. “What did you find out?”Jody got up and retrieved the briefcase she’d left on a chair in the living room. She returned to the table and set it there, opening it. She pulled.