I had the clothes laid out when Esther and the two girls returned to the dressing area. They were all wrapped in towels. When she saw the clothes, Est...her turned pale, and her hand few up to her mouth.“Master,” she whispered in a quavering voice, “is this what you intend for me? I could not wear those clothes, or be what they represent. It would be better to leave me here, and let me be beaten than to go to a life like that.”“What type of life do you think they represent?” I inquired.“Master,. The skin on his face and hands looked like old leather. I would find out during the evening that he was actually thirty-six-years old, but he looked well over forty years of age to me. Abe had a light brown dust ring on his forehead, presumably from his cowboy hat, and he had a fresh scar that ran from beneath his nose and over his lips, to the left side of his thick chin.Two weeks before, he had been kicked in the mouth by a horse, resulting in over forty stitches. He had also lost three. A group of us had gotten into the habit of "finding" and consuming a beer or seven and one night her cousin brought her along. The fire was hot and the beer was cold and we were high on life. Picture the scene around a fire with a "borrowed" keg and not a single responsible person, adult or otherwise,with-in shouting distance. Shouting distance was maintained until the music got a tad loud and the fevers ran hot and the cops came. We split. I found a little hand grasping mine as I crashed. He was a middle aged man in his late thirties or early forties and he walked right up to us and offered to help us with our towel that was blowing in the wind. My wife politely declined and bent down to continue smoothing the blanket against the wind. As she did her bikini slightly gaped and her areola was on display. The gentleman was using her distraction to stand just behind her and check out her ass, missing the opportunity to see her breasts. This was understandable because the bikini has.