That was topped with a light twill, pale khaki coloured, military style shirt complete with epaulettes, and two breast pockets.However the weather was... playing it’s tricks and what was the bane of females going braless and not many do these days, her small breasts professed large lumpy nipples, nurtured to a full stand by the cool air wafting round Pixie. Even the material of her shirt which wasn’t a real summery fabric, couldn’t mask her buds, the pockets not intruding over them – thankfully. We swam until dark, then played pool and table tennis for a couple of hours. At one point one of the girls suggested we tell scary stories, and we heard about the young boy and girl who were parking and heard over the radio about the psychopath with one hand and a hook for the other that had escaped from a local asylum. The decided to leave, and when they got home, they found a hook hanging from their door handle. Some other stories had us all huddled together in fear. One girl, Mindy, said. "I turned off the video phone and looked at the map I had on the wall. It was a map of a very mountainous country, whose natives could be murderous. That does it. I'm going to create kinetic weapons for the Flying Dutchman by Friday at the latest.Chapter 20: Tiffany7am.My phone rang.Some of my friends have parents that wake them up. Others use alarm clocks. I need neither. Megan always calls before 7:15am. I picked up the phone. "Hello Megan." How did you know it was me?" Because nobody else. From the wading pool, the kids were laughing at the antics of their parents. This kind of activity was nothing new to them. As far as they were concerned, adults were kids that were large since they played all the same games as the kids and took the same degree of pleasure in those games. The great thing was that their parents knew all kinds of new games and were continually teaching them to the kids. Daddy John had just introduced them to Hunt the Bug Eyed Monsters where they would fly space.