Dave left and it was just Evelyn and I standing there. She was looking at me. I looked back at her. She’d changed since this afternoon. Now she wore...a top with spaghetti straps, obviously no bra under it, and a pair of the shortest shorts a mother could buy her child. On her feet were running shoes with ankle socks. God her legs looked good. She looked good. I wanted to take her in my arms... “So what’s with the thong, mom?” She asked, dangling it from one finger.Evelyn could have modeled that. I was on my own in the house one evening recently as mum had gone to the movies with a couple of her mates. I had finished a good workout on my multi-gym, had a healthy snack and was looking forward to a hot shower. After my shower I enjoyed rubbing my tired muscles with a body-shop cocoa butter cream, not only does it feel good, but you smell all tropical, and the oily coating shows off the muscles well. I was still hot from the shower so I layed naked on the top of the duvet and read a book. . She asked me if I had ever been naked in public. I replied that of course, I was a regular exhibitionist and even felt like stripping off right now. 'Haha, you wouldn't get naked now, would you?' she teased me. 'Just watch' I said, pulling off my sweater and t-shirt to reveal my smooth, bare chest, then flicked off my shoes, pulled down my jeans and was standing there in just my underwear. Either the sheer excitement of being naked in public, this time with someone I knew, or the alcohol, maybe. They did nothing to deserve being pulled to that place, and I’m not going to let you do to them as you have with others you wish to understand through dissecting them alive,” I told her and the others in the room. “I’m not saying that none can find them, but you must ask yourselves, at what price? How many lives are you willing to lose to obtain access to children I ensured no longer have anything they can teach you? I took them somewhere that you would have to think long and hard about.