Thehug was a little longer than what he expected for a first timegreeting, but he enjoyed it. She and Angela turned to head for thehouse, while he ret...ieved the overnight bags. He caught themwhispering to themselves and giggling like young schoolgirls. Angelacaught his eye and smiled at him, even gave him a wink.They went out to a club Melanie knew of and had a great time. Hedanced with both girls. They drank, not too much, and ended the nightgetting a quick bite to eat before making their way. After the coffee we were off to buy mascara.Then we went to the lingerie department for Natalie.As I had been listening to the tapes for a week now my usual fear ofbeing seen anywhere neat the lingerie department was missing... You knowwhat I mean, when as a boy you went into the lingerie department withyour mother and you looked at all those beautiful bras, panties and slipsand the hosiery! You were on another planet and you wanted to touch allthose beautiful clothes then the fear came on. “Hullo. Is it true, you’re American?” he asked. “Yes, quite true. And what’s your name?” I asked.“Oh, Collier-Jones. And this is Willcox (nodding at the ginger haired boy) and this is Miller (nodding at the other.) What’s your name?” He replied“Michael. Michael Detwiler. Do you guys have first names? We American find all this last name stuff rather strange.” “Um, force of habit, I suppose. My name is Roderick, but my family call me Roddy. Willcox is a Robert, but we call him Rosy. “Much better than ok, Darlin’. Much, much better”, I replied while relishing the feel of her hand and the knowledge that she would not only allow me to do what I wanted to do with her, but would be disappointed if I failed to do so.As my fingers worked their insidious magic under her loincloth (we had all taken to wearing them as the optimum garment, under the circumstances), a beatific smile lit her dusky features.“Is this your first taste of Chocolate, Grandpa?”, she teased.“Yes, Darlin’. I.