Charlotte sat in the living room while Edwin and Clarissa prepared the coffee. It seemed to take ages to arrive, and Clarissa’s boyfriend seemed far...more interested in the television than on chat. It was the city’s only naturist station, Nude Horizon, and like all naturist stations there were strictly no clothes, but also none of the explicit sex associated with Emma’s station, Harlot TV. Like Harlot, however, it religiously pursued its preferred subject matter, and was often just as dull. I was nearly eighteen and had been going out with this lad for over four moths. His name is Dick. His parents were very wealthy and he was nearly 21 and had a fantastic sports car with an open top. We would spend many hours in his car touching each other up and kissing, but we never got down to actual fucking. Not that I didn't want to, but he didn't want to risk it.Shortly after my 18th birthday, Dick announced that his folks were going away for a two week holiday. My heart jumped in. The event lasted too long. “You know I can’t stand some of the small 'p' politics we need to do for all of this.”They got out of the car, walked into the foyer of the west wing of the house and saw a light on in the den. Amber was up with their son JJ. He was lying against her, his eyes barely open. She was quietly reading to him.“Hey, Amber. JJ honey, are you still up?” Joan said softly. He looked up at his mom with a sleepy grin.It was past 11 and the kids should have been fast asleep. Amber. Ippozhuthu neenda naatkaluku piragu santhikirom avan oru pennai kaathalithukondu irunthaan. Naan avanidam pesum pozhuthu antha pen yar macha endru ketten? Atharku avan suma pozhuthu poku endru solli irunthaan.Avan antha pennai kaathal seivathaaga solli irunthaal naan ethuvum seithu iruka maaten aanal avan avalai pozhuthupokirkaaga pesikondu irupathaaga sonan.Pinbu oru naal iruvarum mottai maadiyil irunthom appozhuthu sariyaaga iravu neram aagum 8 mani antha samayathil oru ilamaiyaana pen.