With a sigh, I started walking back to Sheila’s house. Just like on my walk home, a lot of cars honked at me, people shouted obscenities out their w...indows at me and shot me a lot of filthy looks. I held my head down and did my best to ignore everything but it was humiliating and embarrassing to be dressed as I was and having people saying such mean things to me.I even passed two older women, out for their morning walk, who called me a slut and a whore right to my face, making me blush deeply. Occasionally, I would get judgmental looks from other walkers about the appropriateness of my tiny swim suit but no one came close enough to really see that all my wares were on display. Until someone did. He was a young surfer dude and he made a bee-line for me from far away. We were on a collision course and no matter how many times I changed my path, he adjusted his to assure that we would meet. A panic attack was welling up inside me. My impulse was to run the other way but my growing. "I was packing my camera case away when Martin, a man probably forty five or so, entered the lab communal area. He had two cups of coffee in his hand. "Someone told me you liked good coffee," he said. "I'm Martin by the way." Well hello Martin, and thanks for the coffee. I didn't get a chance to refill my thermos," I said."Nada, so how you liking our little coal mine," he said."Well I have done worse things to stay alive," I said playing along. Martin wanted to be a tough guy, I decided. I'd seduced her almost a year ago, or perhaps she'd seduced me. It was hard to tell sometimes because all I'd really done was give her the opportunity to love me. The interest had already been there, growing inside her as the child struggled to find the woman she'd someday become. A first crush on her favorite teacher, a man just a few years younger than her own father. Lonnie had been so obvious and so easy, and once the girl had figured out that touching and kissing and fucking was fun, it's.