‘What are you reading?’ I ask. Her soft hair brushes through my fingers as I gently massage just above the top of her neck. She replies, ‘An edi...orial by a politician discussing something that he doesn’t understand.’ She lets her head fall back into my hands and I lean down to meet her lips. I feel the flow of comfort that comes from that gentle kiss. It is brief, too brief. I pull her into a longer kiss, deep and passionate. Only her and I exist in the entire world, the soft form of her lips. Thinking about the natives in the jungle made Penny smile. Letting her eyes scan the sea below she made sure there were no boats. Then she pulled her tee shirt off. She toed her shoes off and pulled her shorts down followed by her underpants. When she was naked like the natives, she sat cross legged on her towel in imitation of the Muslim.She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. The sunshine was warm on her pale freckled skin. The breeze was a little cool, but it just made her feel more tickly.. It’s pretty hard to move very fast, crawling on your belly with your ankles tied together and your wrists bound behind your back. The dirt and gravel sc****d my chest, belly, and legs, and the girls took turns slapping me with their belts. They hit all over, and I never knew where to expect the next sting. I’d inch forward, mooing, and slap, my right shoulder would sting from Becky’s belt. I’d scramble forward, trying to move away and toward the porch, and slap, my butt would sting from. I can’t remember eating like this. Bad enough with Mom, but Siskept pushing food. Guy can only eat so much. The day wound down and as tired as I was I didn’t want it to end. Mom and Dad said good night leaving Mary and I on the couch.“Let’s watch the Thin Man.” “Oh Wow, we still have that.”When we were young we found several old Thin Man movies. “Like the old days, you are William Powell and I am Myrna Loy.”Mary laughed with kinda a funny smile.We sat down on the couch like we always did..