I was born in the early 70’s and so the internet and social media didn’t play a part in my childhood. A little about me: My name's Madison and I'm...18 years old. I have a sister, Alison, 20 years old. My father passed away recently, a hiking accident, he slipped off the edge. They said he didn’t suffer, but I guess they’d say that, even if he had. Regardless of the details, it of course was devastating for a time, but we've all moved past it for the most part.Up to this point, my family was. Usually an autoreply. Well not always.But it's a given that men have to spend a great deal more energy on making any kind of connection online than women do. Serve us right, I guess.But (and I know you shouldn't begin a sentence with but, let alone two in a row), there is a lesson in this for the ladies.All you have to do is write two little words.I remember some time ago, on another site, where the trade is a little less specialist, getting one of the most concise yet arousing and inviting. With the use of ever more sophisticated equipment on the farms round our village employment prospects on the farms and in the support services in the village declined. This led to many of the inhabitants leaving the village to find work elsewhere. Then a sort of reverse process set in. People who had made money in the city started to buy the vacated cottages and houses and use them as places to ‘get away from it all.’ I must say that our village at least looked like a place to ‘get away from. Brad lagged behind, but finally went it and sat on one of the couches.The girls came out of the bedroom Lisa and Megan shared. Kim, Sally and Lisa were all naked, but Megan wore a bikini. Jack smiled at his girlfriend, walked over to her and put his arms around her narrow waist."You look sexy, Megan," Jack told her, really wishing she would go naked like the other girls."I'm sorry, Jack," Megan said. "I just don't think I can do it. I can't run around in public with no clothes on." You do what.