” He turns on his side to face me. I’ve been lying on my back with my knees up, feet on the ground. He reaches over and begins to stroke his hand ...lowly up and down my calf, over the tattoo, as if in doing so it may answer his questions. “Well, it does…. on many levels.” I pause, thinking of the best way to explain. “On the most basic level, I’m a total nature freak, especially around waterfalls. It’s where I find my spirituality, my peace.” I stop there, not quite ready to continue. “Go on,. I turned to face the hospital and looked at the windows on the fourth floor."Hang in there buddy."A few minutes later, the shuttle arrived. I boarded the bus and started my journey back to the Naval Station.The shuttle ride back to the Norfolk Naval Station took forever because of all the stops we made downtown, but I really didn't mind. I had nothing on my agenda for the next couple of days, so I wasn't in much of a hurry to be anywhere in particular. During the ride, I thought a lot about. Oh, fuck, yes. Face hot with shame and arousal as her Daddy lapped at her stiff nipples, she felt his hands splay her thighs and settle between them. She made a small sound, squirming as the trail of hair leading to his throbbing member brushed against the swollen bud of her clit, making her back arch in response. She shuddered as he shifted lower, his tongue dipping into her navel, his teeth biting at the soft flesh of her groin, making her moan. Her nipples hardened and her fingers fisted in. The forest of plants wound around the house, left and right, without interruption except for the gravel driveway and the hidden walkway. The small forest ringed the house like a moat, or perhaps more appropriately like a besieging army. It was a nondescript house, almost completely hidden from view, so that it stood out from all of the rest, just like its owner. * * * Violet was plain. Nondescript. She wore plain clothing, but always with a splash of subtle color, nothing too bright, but enough.