” She pushed a large pair of sunglasses up her forehead to rest amongst her hair. “Read a bit, soaked up some sun… perfect. I’m just going to ...ake a shower. That okay?” “Sure.” I forced a smile. “I’ll get some food ready for… say, six?” It only seemed like a few minutes when she reappeared, once again wrapped in a towel, this time with her hair slicked back and wet. The towel stopped half-way down her thighs and I guessed that she was naked underneath it. Or was that just my imagination? “Can I. Clarice had always fancied me, she told Alice, and while our relationship had theretofore been strictly proper, evidently I had been the object of her fantasies for some years. This was as much news to me as it had been to Alice. Truth be known, I had watched Clarice develop from a young, gangly middle school girl into quite a beauty during the years she had worked for us. On more than one occasion I had been forced to stifle an erection as Clarice had swum at our home or the cabin, while. ‘You’re on the right path son. Just keep on that way,’ he says pointing with the axe, ‘and you’ll get where you need to be going.’ Perplexed, Spencer asks, ‘And where is that? As a matter of fact where the hell is this?’ ‘Not hell,’ the man says. ‘Just follow your heart.’ Without another word the man turns and grabs another log and begin chops it in half then continues with another completely ignoring or forgetting that Spencer is even there. Spencer stands there for another few moments. Next to dying, what she was fearing the most; to be caught the way she was. Topless. It was cold out, and trying to cover her C-36 sized breasts weren't as easy as she thought it'd be. There was a perfect moment to grab her button up shirt when the man swinging a chainsaw fell over a fence...Why she didn't was beyond her. She mentally scolded herself for being stupid, when subconciously she knew that wasn't the reason she didn't pick her shirt back up. Far off in the distance, she could hear.