”“But nothing; we’re going to get you measured and Celeste is going to make you some new skirts and tops.”“Nothing as short as yours G; your... are positively indecent.”“We’ll see; you’re starting to get into exposing your bits now aren’t you?”“Not like you are; you’re a total exhibitionist.”“So what does that make you? A part-time or partial exhibitionist?”“Yeah, maybe I am.”I phoned James and told him to be here in an hour then went and put the coffee on. While we were sat outside eating. We already talked it over and it doesn't seem like either one of us has a job Saturday so why don't the three of us head over to the lake and have a picnic maybe do some fishing or something." I wanted him to know although things had changed they were still the same.Saturday night found Cindy and I parked out at the lake again, we found a spot in between a couple of trees that kept anybody from parking near us. It was about 10:00; we had gotten something to eat and fiddled around until it got. I’m so sure of things that I’m willing to take a chance. “You are coming home with me.” I say it like it is a matter of fact, a realization that I’ve had about our evening together: it’s not an order, nor a question, nor a request. Her mouth falls open just a bit, her cheeks redden, she nods. I stand and offer her my hand and she takes it and stands. Her face is now mere inches away and I can’t resist my impulses any more. Her face is in my hands, the soft skin smelling very faintly of flowers. That afternoon, auntie came as usual at around 3 in the afternoon. I opened the door and informed her that my parents were out of town. I was expecting her to leave. But she walked in and sat on the sofa. I politely asked her whether she would have some tea of coffee. She told that that was not necessary. Instead, she told me to chat with her. I was a bit embarrassed. What should I talk to her? She started asking me about my studies, my college, etc. She asked about my fiends. I replied her.