." she started."What you said about what?" asked Reg hoping that she was talking about what he was thinking."About getting my bottom smacked," she sai....Reginald's cock twitched in his trousers but he decided to play dumb. "Oh that, I know you didn't mean it." Yeah well..um I thought I would say just in case..." she said looking slightly disappointed."You didn't mean it did you?" said Reg hoping not to sound too enthusiastic."Of course not...you didn't think I did, did you?" she said feeling. I didn’t see an adult with them so I kept an eye on them to see where and what they were doing. I was in the men’s department keeping a safe distance from them and occasionally used the convex mirrors around the area so I could see their every move. After browsing thru the jeans and shorts section they moved into the swimsuit section. Each of the girls grabbed a suit and held it up against their body to show how they looked. I could tell by their actions they wanted to try them on and sure. The bartender stood before us and waited. Tall and lean, he wore faded jeans and long sleeved shirt, laundered until it was hard to discern its original green and red checkered pattern. Standing silently behind his grizzled beard, this long drink of water waited for our order. Watching Carol's breasts as she flapped the tank top for some air, he was in no hurry. When we ordered a couple hamburgers and beers, he just nodded and disappeared behind a curtained door at the end of the bar.While. " Like what?" Well, I didn't get it all very systematically -- I really mostly wanted to talk to her about your perp. But according to Alicia, the usual Freudian motivation for female exhibitionism would be wrapped up in father-daughter incest fantasies. The people the exhibitionist woman is showing herself to are -- you know -- father-substitutes, that kind of thing." Humph. Sam interrupted. "'Doesn't sound much like Susan Hatfield's description of what was going on with Emma, but I guess it's.