Having just turned eighteen, I had been pursued by perhaps hundreds of different guys over that time. None had ever really peaked any interest. My lov... for teensy tight fitting dresses and seductive clothes often drew men to me like flies but I was always known just as a tease.Never once did I give in to their wants because I wasn’t even sure as to whether I even liked guys. So many of the men I met were rude and forward. It made any kind of trust and any kind of comfort in the company of most. I did not answer, I just walked on.For some reason it would pop into my head now and again, I so wanted to get back into my gardening, to sunbath, just to have my everyday life back.The weekend was here so I decided that next week I would go back into the garden no matter what, do my gardening, to sunbath, anything I wanted, I was not going to be stopped.Saturday morning, my husband having gotten up I was lying in bed,for some reason I was, how shall I say, a little more aroused than normal, I. It was stylish and had quality. It wasn't terribly big, but it had a second bedroom, so I had thoughts that maybe the boys could stay over once in a while. And that maybe useful if life gets tough between Molly and Peter.What I also noticed was that the place was impersonal. I'd lived for three months in the company flat and it hadn't worried me. But this one was My Flat. And it had very little of me in it, except for my clothes. I'd have to do something about that. So, I spent most of Sunday. "That's called sex, you know what that is right?" Nick asked in a surprised, whispered manner. "Oh yea, I guess we learned about that in sex ed, but I didn't know that was how you did it," he replied defensively. The young boys were looking at the big titted women on each page and were so engrossed in the pictures. "I have heard it's great! It's how they make babies. But since we are so young, we can't really have sex yet. But we can masturbate, you know what that is right?" No sorry I don't.".