The band is local and they are friends of the youngest Williams boy, Josh or something.’ ‘Beavers mom, they want to move the beavers. Not otters.�...�� ‘Oh whatever! They are weird little creatures that keep flooding out the clearing here, that’s all that matters really.’ I wordlessly nodded and half-heartedly listened to the band, they were pretty good though I was not particularly in the mood for upbeat country music but good none the less. I watched as a few children played by the water, filling. Fred looked almost scared for a second before he got up and came over to Nancy for a hug. By the time he reached her, Aunt Flo had a slow dance on and Fred asked her for a dance.“Is it really you Penny? I thought you were dead!”“Uncle Fred, it is me, Nancy! Aunt Flo thought you and dad would like this costume. She hoped that it would make it seem like old times.”“Old times? Yes, I like that idea, a lot! You know your Aunt Flo is a wise woman but scheming all of the time. You certainly look like. A teasing pinch would erect them and make her shudder, while tracing around her areolas would make them slacken.“I happened to be on my way to the bathhouse,” she said, “but you can have me anytime, anywhere.”“Actually I was hoping you might let me borrow your room while you’re gone. I just need a place where I can close my eyes for a bit.”“Of course, make yourself at home. But when I get back, you have to repay my kindness, and I don’t mean in money.”‘Great, now I’M a prostitute.’ “Deal.”She. “What if I like it?”“We’ve been standing here for awhile. There is an open seat at the bar. Grab it real quick, and I’ll just watch what happens to you!” Ben pushed.I gave Ben a withering look and strode to the bar, letting my hips sway and my skirt swing, and took a seat, letting the short hem of my skirt flow down the barstool, my bare butt on the soft leather. I crossed my legs and asked the bartender for another glass of white wine, and showed my room key. I glanced back at Ben, only.