Back in Guernsey she had married a man twenty years older and, with no real career behind her, had resorted to selling advertising for our little maga...zine because there was nothing to it: she had a sunny, outgoing personality, and that was all she needed.I never found out why the girls called her Reedie because that wasn’t her real name, but apparently, she had a long, old-fashioned first name which she hated. She had permed hair in a slightly mumsy style which I thought was an attempt to fit. There were seven does and eight or nine fawns in the group, and a young buck was grazing at the fringes, always keeping an eye on the dominant buck.While Pelle watched the small herd and readied his bow and arrows, the old buck chose to prance forward driving the young buck away and, incidentally, closer to where Pelle was hiding. Pelle would have liked to test his new bow at larger distance but this was a good opportunity, too good to be wasted.With smooth, practised moves he notched a. 'I've got a bra and pants I can not-wear tomorrow, ' offered Nat blithely.Selly rolled her eyes. 'You just want to give your uncle a heart attack.'Nat hugged herself and grinned an acknowledgement of her not-so-subtle idea. 'Uncle Dan's not likely to have a heart attack because of me, ' she said.'He will if you put the idea of your wandering around tomorrow with no knickers on into his head.'I wasn't in a position to argue with her, because I think she might have been right.Meanwhile, Roz had. "He's going to absolutely love them."It feels strange to hear another woman compliment me on my boobs. I briefly consider covering them with my hands or turning away out of shame, but then realize Susan has seen plenty of tits before. She's seen more tits than most women will ever see.Then I think about her words. I think of her interesting use of the word, "him." The sound gives me a twinge of erotic excitement. I wonder what it means. I wonder if it is a hint of things to come."Now just sit.