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... It totally screened their destination from the highway behind them. She began to wonder if the directions had been correct. “Hey, Mom, what kind of place is this and why are you keeping it such a secret from me?” “It’s no secret, honey, it’s…it’s like a surprise.” “I hate surprises and you know it,” said the boy with a note of irritation in his voice. After a minute or two of driving, they came upon a small sign that read, “YOU ARE ENTERING THE PRIVATE PROPERTY OF IESI, and beneath that…“INVITED GUESTS ONLY.” “What’s IESI mean? “I don’t know,” replied his mother, but before the boy could ask another question, they saw the electric gate ahead of them slide back noiselessly. “Hey, Mom, do you know what you’re doing?” asked Billy irritably. “I sure hope so,” answered Connie uncertainly. At that moment they both spotted a woman approaching through the gate. She was a slim, attractive black woman in her 40’s, with short, natural hair, and the reddest lipstick that Connie had ever seen. She smiled at them warmly as she approached. Connie was reassured by the fact that the woman had a natural elegance about her, in spite of the fact that she was wearing only a light, cotton robe. From the movement of her body under it, Connie could see that she wore no underwear, or clothes of any kind. Billy didn’t seem to notice. The woman stepped to the driver’s side of the car and held her hand out to Connie. “Hi, you must be Miss Yates. I’m Inez Jones.” Connie smiled tentatively and shook ...

... hands with the woman. Dr. Jones then bent down to the driver’s window and extended her hand across Connie to Billy. “And you must be Billy.” The boy nodded and took the doctor’s offered hand. “I didn’t expect you to be so cute,” said the doctor in a friendly voice that took the boy a little off guard. He blushed furiously, but seemed to respond to the doctor’s obvious warmth. “I can’t tell you how glad I am to have you here,” she said. Billy didn’t know what to say, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the steady gaze of the woman. “Wonderful,” said the doctor. “I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.” She continued to hold the boy’s hand in hers, and Connie was suddenly aware that she could feel Dr. Jones’ extended arm now pressing down on her bosom and rubbing back and forth gently, as if to test their firmness. Connie could feel her brassiere straining to contain her breasts from the insistent, almost indecent pressure of the doctor’s arm. No, she thought. That’s impossible. I’m crazy. I’m just imagining things. Dr. Jones now stepped back from the car and gestured toward the gate. “Why don’t you drive in and park, and I’ll meet you in my office and explain the rules here?” Connie drove in through the gate and continued toward the parking lot. “What kind of rules,” asked a confused Billy. “Let’s wait and see,” smiled his mother nervously as she parked the car and looked around until she spotted a rustic little cabin nearby that apparently served as an office. They entered ...