I met him out by the pool and he asked me join him, the water was nice and cold against my hot skin. We swam around for a while; he just kept telling ...me how beautiful I looked, and how tight my body was… It felt wonderful to feel loved, and wanted. Eventually we ended up on the deep end, I held on to the edge as my feet floated up carelessly, he held on to them and wrapped them around his waist. His hands carefully caressing my belly, he kept talking but in all honestly I have no idea what he. Then he would taste again. Each time probing slight further into the honeyed pot.Sue, fascinated at the goings on, nearly forgot what she had wanted to do. Only a quick yelp followed by Oscar's frustrated attempt to climb in bed with Alice brought the reminder."I'll keep the other end busy, Alice. You just tell me what he feels like." God, it feels great. It feels like what I think a boy would feel like. Not like one of those video flakes all intent on getting his. It is like Oscar is trying to. ‘It’s all relative,’ he said, not joking. ‘With the Choto girls, responsibility is taken away from me. It’s their trip. ‘It may be based on my fantasies originally. But now it’s more than that. And I’m not responsible for the suffering they and their rules impose on themselves. It may be a logically slippery slope, but I’m sticking with it.’ ‘Fair enough,’ I said, perhaps uncertainly. ‘And Tanja’s flash cards?’ I reminded him. ‘Yes. See, these were her flash cards. Her game, she made it. The. ’ She was the same Molly that I remembered. Full of fun and enthusiasm … except if you crossed her. I’d already felt the Wrath of Ransom when she thought I was trying to deceive Marilyn and her when we were first starting our fitness program. ‘So tell me, Tory. What happened after the wedding reception with you and Marilyn? Did you two hook up?’ she asked boldly. ‘Uhhhmmm … yeah … sort of,’ I stammered. ‘What’s that mean?’ she demanded. I told her. I told her all the gory details, including.