I start the fire and we cook up our dinner, then we head off to sleep after we’ve had our fill. As I lay in my sleeping bag, I look over to see him ...leeping and wonder if this is my moment but I decide against it. I roll back over and fall asleep. The next day, after breakfast, we get changed into our swimsuits. I vote to change outside as he changes in the tent. I just tie off the pull string of my black and red speedo when Stephan exits the tent in his sky blue speedo. It’s so small, it. "Luce? I'm back! Let's go!"He remembered Honor standing in the entrance of the room, coming in fromthe street wearing her short fifties' cow-print coat over a shiningblack pencil skirt, dark tights and pretty ankle-boots.Her eyes flashed from Lucian's teary eyes to the plastic woman, and shesaid:"Oh, wow, sorry; you have a visitor." Who are you?" his mother asked, sounding bitchy - all tragedy gone.Lucian closed his eyes, knowing the tone - the querulous attitude."Honor," he said, "please meet. He gave me a long, lingering kiss. Curious about his (seemingly) boundless knowledge of heretofore untouched subjects, I asked him what he was reading. He showed me the cover – Nine and a Half Weeks, The Memoir of a Love Affair by an author I hadn’t heard of before.“What’s that about?” I asked. I didn’t think romances were quite Jack’s thing.“It’s a memoir of a true sado-masochistic relationship. It’s also a warning of what not to do.”“Wow,” I responded, not sure of how to react, “are we headed. ”She walked back out of the bedroom, swinging her hips sideways. Her waist was still slimmer than women of her age and it formed a curve underneath her gown. Her ass cheeks complimented them with a curve bulging out. I was gladly admiring her curves, without much fear or guilt.Her words certainly reduced it. She slowly moved out of my sight. I sighed and gathered myself to get up and walk over to the washroom. I washed my face and moved out to the dining area. She was already in her seat, while.