I said i would prefer to do it around our home and asked him if he ever thought about doing that too. he was surprised that i asked him that, and aske... if i would have a problem with him doing it, so i told him i had seen him naked before, so it was no problem whatsoever.fast forward a number of years, and i was now 18 years old, and my father and i had spent many of my teenage years bonding and getting to know each other while sharing naked time together. looking back on those years, i. I went inside and asked if I could use the pool, he said go for it. I went to the bathroom and stripped down, grabbed a towel and went outside to the pool. After a few minutes Mr. Scott came out and jumped in. We swam for a while then he said he had to go inside for something. After a few minutes I got out. I went to the bathroom to dress,but my clothes were gone. Shocked, I went up front and asked where they were. He said they were soaked with sweat,so he put them in the washer. I was in. I felt whatever power the beast possessed ripple through my thoughts. More than a physical sensation, I tasted metal and could smell something like burnt toast. A second or two later a chasm opened in my guts and I experienced the same dreadful ache I’d known when I lost my parents, the terror I’d felt at fourteen, bereaved and all alone. Then, it stepped back a pace and melted into shadow. The next I knew it had gone and I’d managed to stagger into the temporary comfort of the street. Then I. He took it and kissed it, we then embraced for a quick hug. As he let me go he took my hand and made me do a quick little twirl so he could look me over, I yearned for his approval. He said, “Alexis, you have done an amazing job, I’m so happy with how you look, simply stunning.” I smiled from ear to ear and did a little courtesy and could feel myself start to blush. He said, “We must hurry if we are going to make our dinner reservation!” He took my hand and we rushed off to his hotel.