You did keep opening your knees for him to get a better look at you.”“Oh shit, what’s he going to think of me? And you got that wrong Eva, I nev...r said that I was thinking about becoming a nudist, just that girls can go anywhere they want naked.”“But you’re going to be going around here naked aren’t you Angie? I can just see you walking to the bus stop naked or going to the pub or club wearing nothing but heels.”“No I am not and I won’t be going anywhere naked.”“I think that you are a closet. . totally unaware. The minute she was in reach, he grabbed her, his hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming - although in reality with all the noise from the rides who would hear her? - and pulled her deeper into the shadows under the ride where the johns had been set up. He held the knife up for her to see, the blade catching what little light was available. "Listen up slut" he growled in her ear, " it is time to have some fun - well it will be fun for me for sure. It could be. I guess that after sixteen years of the same old thing we had gotten bored - maybe not of each other, but of sex with each other. A few years ago I had found a magazine in the seat pocket of an airplane and for the lack of anything better to do on the flight I sat back and read it from cover to cover. There were several letters in what was called the "Feed Back" section from men who got a kick out of seeing their wives with other men. I don't know why, but somehow the idea of seeing Bett with. We were very close knit and apart from my uncle, father and grandfather we rarely left our landhold. I had never known anyone but my family and the occasional traveller that stopped by. The only women I knew were my family.As I got older into my late teens, my hormones began to run riot. I heard stories from my grandfather and the travellers about exciting adventures and beautiful women!I had always been fascinated by my elder cousin, Helena. She was always a pretty girl and I used to play.