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In Search of the Final Freedom - 29
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)

***

Misty, now 18, has started a company to sell her 
photos. The distributor pays for the family to meet in 
the Caribbean. (family, public-nudity)

***

Chapter TWENTY-NINE

The two weeks between her birthday and spring break 
were hard for Misty. Tommy and she didn't officially 
break up, but it was clear, unless someone made a 
drastic change that would happen. They never even 
talked about her birthday activities. She did get his 
attention with a couple of quick flashes when the 
publications room was empty. 

On Friday night they went out with Rebecca and Samuel 
to see a movie. She gave him a hand job in the theater, 
but he didn't seem in the mood for making out later in 
the car. The one thing that helped was that she and 
Tommy were so very busy putting the yearbook "To Bed" 
before their deadline, the day before school let out 
for break.

The next week she got more daring and messed with him 
under the table a number of times and; when on Tuesday, 
they were working late, alone with Mr. Truman. When he 
went to the bathroom leaving them alone she gave him a 
quick blowjob. Not enough to make him cum, but enough 
to get him to pay her more attention. The next night, 
several of the student yearbook staff were there until 
late. She flashed Tommy a couple of times when no one 
could see and he appeared to warm up. After the meeting 
they had sex in his truck, the first time since her 
birthday. It was sex, but not much more. 

The next night when the work was finally done and Mr. 
Truman left the room to take the completed project box 
to his office, she pulled her shirt and bra up 
displaying her tits to all the yearbook staff, and 
jumped into to his harms to give him a sloppy kiss. 

As her lips met his she already knew she had made a 
mistake. He responded but just barely, and that ended 
in about two seconds. She tried to save face by 
pretending she was the one who broke off the kiss she 
twirled and said "Congratulations team, and have a 
great spring break everyone. Don't do anything I 
wouldn't do." All before pulling her shirt down.

But this was not the Euro-Club and they were all taken 
aback. All were surprised, some were supportive by 
egging her on, most were silent, several pretended not 
to see and one was visibly appalled. Everyone knew 
Misty's reputation, but they had all been her friends 
and she was popular with them, but this was the first 
time they had seen her actually do anything outrageous. 
They would be OK, but Tommy?

It was finally the last Friday before Spring break. She 
was very tired. She had been at school past 10:00 for 
three nights in a row and last night had gone very 
badly. The good part was that when they had left last 
night, the project was completed and packaged. All that 
was needed was for Mrs. Maybree and Mr. Truman to 
jointly recheck the contents before having it shipped. 
The bad part was that she was sure she and Tommy were 
history. 

At the lunch table conversation, blessedly was not 
about she and Tommy.

"Too bad the party won't be at your place" Hope said 
referring to the upcoming Euro Club Spring Break Party. 
She referred to the party that Misty would not even be 
attending because she and her family would be leaving 
for the Caribbean in the morning.

"Yea, too bad. But that's the way it goes. Gotta suffer 
through a free trip to the Caribbean."

"Yea, it is." Rebecca agreed as they neared their class 
"All ready for the trip?

"I got my passport in the mail last week" Misty said 
pulling it from her purse.

"I'm just so cosmopolitan" were the last words she said 
before the bell rang

Good for her that school that day was mostly pro-forma. 
In the publications class Tommy didn't talk to her at 
all. The principal came by to congratulate the class on 
"This great yearbook. I think it might be the best in 
decades."

He pointed out Tommy and Misty. I've talked it over 
with Mrs. Maybree and Mr. Truman. Unless the printer 
does something disastrous with the final copy we will 
be entering this year's book into the NHSYA (National 
High School Yearbook Association) competition."

The room burst into applause.

He continued "And Misty and the photo staff your work 
is so good this year that we will be doing a first. We 
will send a copy to the American Center for News 
Reporting to be entered into their High School 
photojournalism competition."

Again applause.

That helped to lift her sadness a bit, a good bit. And 
it made what she would say to Tommy easier.

When the Principal left, Ms. Maybree and Mr. Truman had 
a few words, before reminding them that they had 
several other projects to finish before the end of 
school. "But not for today." And the class became a 
school party. 

After a good many 'congratulations' Misty saw Tommy 
alone at the refreshment table. She looked into her cup 
of Coke. "Sorry for embarrassing you yesterday."

"Thanks, its OK" he said "I guess we did a good job on 
the yearbook."

"Yea, guess so."

"Seems they are real impressed with your work." He 
continued in a quite voice.

"It's nice to feel appreciated" She didn't mean it as 
an attack, but was sure it sounded like one so she went 
on before he could respond. "We did good together on 
this. We should just let that be what we remember."

He nodded. "Yea."

"That will be good, the yearbook will stand for what we 
did, together. How many couples have that as a legacy?"

"Not many," was his tepid reply. It was clear he knew 
the gist of this conversation.

"You know I'll always love you. Ten years from now I'll 
think of you, and the good times we had every time I 
see that book." She leaned over and kissed him on the 
cheek and walked away. 

That was it. Without bitterness or rancor, her first 
true love affair ended. Ended because in the end their 
values were not compatible. It was not that she had sex 
with other people, it was that she wanted the freedom 
to do so if she wanted. That was just more than Tommy 
could deal with. No, not more than he could deal with, 
more than he could deal with others knowing about. A 
painful lesson, but a lesson none the less.

***

Very early, the family drove to the Atlanta airport. 
Evidently web entrepreneur Richard Kyle from the Cayman 
Islands was so convinced that he would make money on 
this website that he booked the flight and a week at an 
all inclusive resort St. Martin Island for Misty and 
her parents. Though it would have bee out of their 
financial means to take the family someplace like that, 
it only cost the cost of just adding Lamar which was 
well within their budget. 

So at 8:50 AM, after a process that to Misty and Lamar 
was long and frustrating (but now familiar to Bonnie) 
their plane pulled away from the terminal. It was the 
kids first trip out of the country and only their 
second air flight, so their normal teenage nonchalance 
gave way to giddy excitement. Lamar chattered 
insistently and while Misty looked wide eyed at 
everything. 

The excitement, the novelty, helped crowd out the 
heaviness of Misty's heart. It was not a surprise and 
it was not that she hadn't been the one to break it 
off, but no matter it still hurt. She decided that the 
most hurtful thing was not that Tommy couldn't overcome 
his prejudice, but that he was moved mainly by his 
desire to be accepted by the mainstream. She knew full 
well the things people, some of Tommy's friends, said 
about her. She also knew that in the end Tommy chose 
his friends acceptance over her. That's what hurt.

The flight was direct, with no stops so by 1:30 they 
were skimming the wave tops. Misty practically crawled 
over Lamar to see out the window as suddenly land 
appeared followed quickly by the thump of landing on 
the island of St. Maarrten. For all the parts of them 
that were adult-like, there were still many child-like 
traits in the Campbell children. 

The child like excitement was not limited to the 
children; it was just that Cooper and Bonnie were able 
to cover their excitement better than their children. 
Bonnie and cooper had wanted to take such a trip for 
years, but one thing after another put it financially 
out of reach. Cooper's mid-life career change had 
drastically reduced their income but his few freelance 
architect jobs and the unexpected rise of Bonnie's new 
career had completely filled the income gap. But they 
both knew that in reality this trip was coming to the 
family courtesy of Misty; Misty's selling nude photos 
of herself, something which both parents had still not 
fully allowed themselves to consider. 

Customs was surprisingly fast and efficient and a 
skycap was on hand to move their luggage to the first 
waiting taxi. 

It was St. Martin on the Dutch side and St. Maarrten on 
the French side of the island. It was billed as the 
smallest island divided into two sovereign nations in 
the world. And small it was, even at their reduced 
altitude circling into the airport the kids could 
easily see the entire island. 

"Orient Bay Hotel" Cooper told the driver and just a 
few minutes they were across the tiny island and 
unloading their luggage.

"I love this" Bonnie said as she walked through the two 
story villa, two bedrooms upstairs and a kitchen and 
living room down stairs. One bedroom and the living 
room shared the same amazing view of the bay, not from 
sea level, but at the top of a tropical plant covered 
cliff over looking the curved white sand beach. The 
effect was amazing.

In advance of the trip both Bonnie and Misty had been 
frequenting the local tanning solon to refresh their 
almost completely faded summer tans. They had read up 
on where they were going and only brought their tiniest 
bikini bottoms and a total of one bikini top each, as 
they didn't plan on wearing one very much.

And so they didn't.

The first few days were uneventful and relaxing. For 
long hours Bonnie and Cooper relaxed and lay out on the 
white sand beach watching the kids. They both took wind 
surfing lessons and picked up quickly on the skill.

For Misty, being surrounded by hunky guys fawning on 
her was just what she needed to move forward with her 
life.

It had been a very busy year for the Campbell's and it 
was nice to have some good family time. Howbeit not the 
family time that Oozy and Harriet would imagine. Each 
day the family walked a short way up the beach unit 
they decided that they were safely in the "textile 
free" zone, so Mom and Day lay on the beach nude, as 
were the kids as they played in the surf. For the 
duration of the trip this was most often the attire de 
jure. However, bottoms were required at the beach to 
the south of their hotel so mother and daughter sported 
the most minimal type of covering. Lamar got in the 
sprit and bought one of the tiny men's bikini type swim 
suites that showed off his nearly always full penis in 
the tight spandex. Bonnie asked Cooper about a similar 
suit but he adamantly refused.

As he always did Lamar sparked up friendships 
immediately with other teens on the beach, Misty on the 
other had seemed to intimidate the teens and attracted 
the college aged guys, which at least for the first day 
she kept at arm's length.

Cooper lay with his eyes closed, enjoying the sea 
breeze drifting across his body. The stress of his work 
and even that of just day to day living seemed to just 
evaporate.

It was Monday, their third full day in paradise. He 
peeked out of one eye to see his lovely wife of over 
two decades in all her natural glory receiving looks 
from guys passing on the beach. Glancing down to the 
waters edge, his little girl, now a young woman, the 
splitting image of his bride all those years ago; 
unconcerned, unembarrassed to have a gaggle of young 
men openly ogling her young body which was very much on 
public display. 

Not far away, his son, now almost as tall as his dad, 
and sporting a half-erection that dad couldn't match in 
length or girth, laughing and splashing in a group of 
teens, not one was naked like him (though two of the 
girls were topless). He was so confident, so at ease.

His mind drifted back, just a few short years ago. 
These two, these near adults were grade schoolers 
splashing and shouting at a beach not too different 
than this one (OK there were no slim girls in thongs 
sunning topless, in fact there were few string bikinis 
and certainly no naked people). Misty wore a pink 
skirted swim suite and Lamar oversized trunks that 
reached past his knees. They were so small, and so 
dependent on mom and dad for everything. 

Bonnie had worn, what she would now call, a granny 
bikini, though they had looked at a smaller suit, she 
just didn't think mom's wore such things at family 
beaches. On that trip to the beach near Savannah, she 
and Cooper had, when the kids were building a sand 
castle, slipped into the palm forest that grew behind 
the beach and snapped a few "naked" photos of Bonnie. 
They had thought they were so daring, so on the edge. 
It made him chuckle to realize that was just ten yeas 
ago. 

Then his mind moved forward to the summer four years 
ago when he and Bonnie had begun to talk about trying 
new things. 

They spent much of the summer by their own pool by 
themselves al'natural and talked, or rather teased 
about having sex with other people. Cooper had found it 
very arousing the thought of watching Bonnie have sex 
with someone else. He tried not to admit it to her, but 
she couldn't help noticing the fact he got a hard on 
every time she told him about a fantasy involving her 
having sex with other people. But it was only talk and 
fantasy that summer. 

It had not been the night she told him about making it 
with Jill that had been the most significant, it was 
the day she'd called him home early form work and while 
he was going down on her she had told him Terrance not 
only had been in her pussy, but had left a the cum that 
Copper tasted in her. That had been less than two years 
ago. How many men had been in her since, he didn't even 
know. Did he still find it arousing when she would come 
home from trips and tell him in detail how she had been 
fucked by two different guys at the same time? Or she 
had made it with a woman and her husband? 

The twitch in his groin told him it still did, but he 
also knew it didn't have the same punch as when he 
watched Bonnie lower herself onto Adam's giant prick. 
But did it have to? Was it reasonable to hope it would? 
Of course not. And to be fair just a few months ago he 
had one of the most amazing experiences in his life, 
having sex with his teen fantasy woman. Of course he 
toned down his pleasure when he retold it to Bonnie, 
but he was sure she did the same after having sex on 
the road.

"What you thinking about" Bonnie's voice intruded into 
his thoughts.

He opened his eyes.

"Well, Coop, what you thinking about" she said again 
nodding to his now half erect penis.

Cooper stammered and was sure he blushed.

"Just about us, and all the stuff we've done in the 
past few years. How much it's all changed."

She thought for a moment, "But has it really changed 
all that much?"

She too had been thinking about the path they had 
followed. For her, the nudity and the sex seemed so 
natural, such a normal part of life. But her family: 
Cooper and the kids where still the center of her 
universe. It was her work, her travel. The joys of her 
personal empowerment as she spoke and changed the 
outlook of hundreds of people. The feeling of being 
admired and look up to by ever larger crowds was all so 
wonderful. But the price was what?: time with her kids 
and husband. A feeling she was abandoning them for her 
own ego. 

This, not the fact that having a new sexual partner or 
two (or three or four) each week was now just a routine 
part of her life. Sure it didn't have the thrill it did 
the first time with Jill or the first group sex on 
yacht, but in place of novelty had come confidence and 
an ability to appreciate the differences in each new 
partner. It was rare when she didn't find something new 
and fun about each new person with whom she had sex. 

But she was questioning her travel and time away from 
home. It had just crept up on her. Now laying in the 
sun with the voices of her children, and yes they were 
still children to her, in her ears brought clearly into 
focus what was important. 

"Apart from my job and being gone too much, life has 
just gone forward" she said as much as to herself as to 
Cooper. "The kids are now older, they may look more 
like adults, and sometimes do adult things, but they 
are still our kids." She thought "And they are good 
kids. We should feel good they want to be together as a 
family, at 18 and 16."

Cooper heard what she was saying "Yea, I guess so."

"And," She went on "I have never been happier as your 
wife and" She reached over to his crotch "our sex life 
is better than ever. I may fuck lots of people but I 
only make love to you." She leaned over and kissed him 
tenderly.

His penis rapidly filled her hand. She squeezed and 
then rolled back to lay on her lounge, leaving him with 
a full erection waving in the breeze.

He lay back and thought. She was right. Life was good 
and to counter the fact she was working now and was 
gone a night or sometimes two in a week, he was not 
traveling anymore so his time with the kids had 
dramatically increased in the past year. And she was 
right. They made love two or three times a week every 
week for months now, something they had not done since 
the kids were born. Before she and Jill had become 
involved they were having sex once and only 
occasionally twice each week, and that had become just 
a matter of getting off, not really enjoying each 
other. So, yes, it was much better. She was right life 
was good to them.

He relaxed and was glad when he felt his erection 
subside. 

Bonnie again began to speak "I am a bit worried about 
what Margo LeCroix and her cronies are up to. I'm 
surprised they haven't gone on the attack yet."

"They are organizing" He responded.

"Yea, I know, but what will they do, and when.?"

He knew she was right. But he didn't have an answer, 
and didn't feel like fretting over something that he 
had no control over.

By 11:00 the sun was well up and getting strong. Dad 
pulled on his trunks, Lamar his Speedo and mom and sis 
their tiny thongs. Thus attired, the family headed back 
to the hotel. As the hotel was small it did not have 
it's own restaurant so the family stopped at a beach 
front café and ate right on the beach. 

"So kids, what do you think of St. Martin?" dad asked 

Lamar jumped in "The girls are hot"

His parents laughed "And you Misty?"

Misty had already thought about that question. St. 
Martin was what the Euro club pretended to be: open, 
unashamed, and carefree. But she could not help knowing 
that look in the eye of several of the guys she had 
met. To them she was not a person, but a thing to be 
used for sex. Perhaps that too was the openness the 
lechers could openly be that and the guys who saw her 
as a person were more evident than would be at a south 
Georgia beach.

Though there were other girls her age topless or nude, 
not all were, maybe a good thirty percent of the girls 
her age wore full bikini's even on the nude beach. And 
on the beach nearer to their hotel over half wore tops 
and bottoms. So to be European, perhaps the emphasis 
should not be on being naked but rather having the 
freedom to choose to be or not to be.

"Enlightening" was her answer to her fathers question. 
"It seems here people just do what they want." Nodding 
to the next table where a group of teenagers had just 
finished their meal and the wine bottle was still on 
the table. "That of course would be illegal back home, 
but here they don't have to prove they are grown up to 
drink, they make their own decision."

Bonnie pointed out "But we all know full well that any 
of your friends who want to drink would have no problem 
getting alcohol."

"Being able to get alcohol is not the point, it's the 
adults letting us choose without having to hide it. 
Sure most of the kids in my school screw around and 
drink and lots smoke weed, but they hide it all. Here 
you can probably do all those things out in public. Me, 
I choose not to drink or do pot, but I do choose to go 
naked on the beach and though I haven't yet, I will 
most likely get laid more than once before we go home, 
but I don't have to pretend I don't. And if I chose to 
wear a one piece swimsuit and not talk to any guys, 
that would be my choice too, my choice, no one else's. 
That's what I mean by people here do what they want."

Bonnie and Cooper nodded in agreement.

"But I thought we came here to get more pictures to 
sell? Isn't' that what lots of the pictures that mom 
and dad have shot of you this week are for? So you do 
have to go naked whether you want to or not." Lamar 
inconveniently pointed out

"That's not what I meant," Misty snapped, "and if I 
didn't want to get naked for those pictures I wouldn't, 
so it's still my choice."

Lamar backed off at his sister's attack.

"Chill girl," Cooper said, "We understand what you 
said."

"But Lamar, we did NOT come here to take photos of your 
sister or your mother. We are just here vacationing. 
Certainly we will take family pictures, we always do.

"Oh, mom, Misty changed tone and subject "I did see 
someone shooting photos of me and you today. He was 
trying to be discreet but I saw him with a little 
camera."

"No I didn't, but I think you'll see more of that, 
especially since I know Richard will be out on the 
beach and just happen, to take photos of our family, 
without our knowledge or consent of course. He figures 
that if some of the pics have all four of us it will 
not appear that any of the pics come from us."

"And so much for freedom to choose what we want to do" 
Misty moaned "but I vote we just ought to move here."

"How about you get rich and famous and we will buy a 
condo here and come on weekends." Copper said 
facetiously

After lunch they went to the hotel, after a nap, Bonnie 
and Cooper dressed to go shopping and clubbing. A night 
on the town.

Misty began going through the photos taken so far and 
culling out the ones she did not like. She had done 
this with the photos taken on her birthday as well one 
set shot by Keli in the hot tub last week. She did not 
bring any of the photos from her birthday that included 
Caitlin, though the ones with Vitor were there. She had 
a clear model release from him but she would need to 
negotiate payments for her friends should he wish to 
use them on the site as well.

Lamar went out to the beach to meet some kids he had 
met over the last couple of days. In a way it irked 
Misty how he was so able to make new friends so fast, 
she had never been able to do that. Sure she'd met new 
friends when she and the crew went to Miami Beach, but 
she's been in a group. Had she been alone she would not 
have done so.

To Lamar this was a great new world. His parents had 
given him carte blanch to go anywhere on the island. 
It's not that he was restricted at home (though they 
had yet to let him get his driver's license) but it was 
the idea of roaming free in a foreign country. He 
practically skipped down the stairs in his Speedo and a 
T-shirt. He couldn't imagine wearing that suit at home. 
His friends would laugh their heads off, but here, that 
was just what the European guys wore. Even the old 
guys. 

This place was heaven for a 16 year old guy. The girls 
mostly went topless and many went naked. He'd gotten to 
play with three girls tits, and fingered two of them, 
and all that right in the ocean at the public beach 
during broad daylight. 

He was meeting two guys from London, to hook up with 
three French girls. French girls! His friends will 
never believe this –but he sure will tell them all 
about it. 

Bonnie and Cooper got back late and were soon sound 
asleep. They both were in the mood for sex, but they 
were just too tired. That would have to wait for 
morning.

Cooper was up and in the kitchen scrounging for food by 
9:15. The rest of the house was still sound asleep. 
He'd need to get Misty and Bonnie up soon. Their 
meeting with Richard Kyle was scheduled for 11:00. In 
the main room Lamar was sleeping soundly.

He pulled out eggs and bacon and began breakfast. 
Before the eggs were done Misty came down the stairs 
from her room.

"Good morning" she said in a voice pleasant but clearly 
tired. 

"Good morning Misty girl. How was your night."

"Better than I'd expected."

"Good, so you got a DVD burned with the photos you want 
to sell to Mr. Kyle?"

"Oh, yea" she said filling a glass with orange juice. 
"It's in the case to take with us."

"Well you guys need to be ready to go in about 45 
minutes."

"Yea, I know. Is mom up?"

"No, if you'll watch the eggs I'll go get her moving."

Misty poked at the eggs in the pan. She knew it made 
her dad uncomfortable to hear her talk about her sex 
life so she did not elaborate on how much better the 
night had been than she had planned. But she wouldn't 
hesitate to tell all when her mom came down for 
breakfast. It was not a shock that it took so long for 
her mother to come down stairs, that she had already 
taken the eggs and bacon from the stove and almost 
finished her breakfast.

"When did you guys get home last night. I was up till 
past 1:00 and you weren't home yet."

"Not too long after that. Two I guess" her mom 
responded slowly.

"If you had been home at like eleven you would have 
embarrassed some poor French girl to death."

"Why? Who are you talking about?" 

Misty felt mischievous so she only told the briefest of 
outlines "Well." She began "I had been out at the pool 
for like an hour or two, when I began to get a little 
cool so I came in to grab a shirt. What do I find right 
in the floor but Lamar rutting some little girl. I mean 
little, she must have been like 13 or 14." She knew 
that the girl was probably older but she just couldn't 
resist setting her brother up to get the 3rd degree. "I 
mean he's just going to town plowing her but good and 
she's just moaning and saying things I didn't 
understand. Then she realizes I'm in the room she just 
freaks. She jumps taking a mile a minute in French and 
pulling on her shorts and takes off her top still in 
her hand."

"!3 or 14?" her mom asked.

"I guess" Misty answered in her most believable tone 
"She could have been al little older, but it's not like 
I asked her."

Cooper said, "You two go on, I deal with this."

"I wasn't trying to get him in trouble," Misty lied.

"That's OK, I said I'll deal with it."

By 10:30 they were dressed and holding the satchel with 
all the necessary material. Mike Kelly had set them up 
with a lawyer in Atlanta that specialized in this kind 
of business arrangement. He not only had worked back 
and forth with Richard Kyle's lawyer in Miami, he had 
helped Bonnie and Misty Negotiate the financial terms. 
It had been decided that given the circumstances that 
Bonnie would work with Misty, but all the documents, 
including Misty's LLC incorporation would be in Misty's 
name. All that remained to be done is to have the 
papers signed with proper notarizing and all would be 
put into motion.

Wearing the most clothes that they had put on since 
their arrival mother and daughter headed to the door.

Misty was still protesting that she didn't want her 
brother to be in trouble as they left. By then Cooper 
highly suspected that the girl wasn't as obviously 
young as Misty had first said. But he'd ask Lamar about 
it any way, if the boy ever moved off the couch on 
which he was sleeping. 

"How are things going for you so far?" Bonnie asked her 
daughter as walked 

"Fine." 

"I really am sorry things with Tommy didn't work out, 
but you don't seem to be moping."

"No, I'm OK, I had seen that coming from even before we 
started dating. I just thought he might be able to come 
around."

"Guys usually don't." Her mom said in that 'men are 
pigs' voice, then continued "You seem to have garnered 
quite a bit of attention at the beach. Any guys in 
particular you like?"

"I didn't want to make dad queasy and I know how he 
gets, but while you were out I met up with one of they 
guys you saw at the beach the last few days. Tall blond 
guy. His name is Olav, he's from Denmark."

Bonnie gave her a sidelong glance before hailing a cab. 
After getting in and giving the cabby the address she 
asked "And?"

"I got laid of course!" Misty chimed, "And good."

She looked at her mom, "I needed it."

"I'm sure you did sweetie, I'm sure you did."

Back in the Villa, Cooper had decided to get this mess 
over with right off. Lamar was up and toasting a bagel. 

"What is this your sister said about you having sex 
with a 13 year old girl?"

"What?" Lamar almost yelled "That... She was not 13."

"How old was she?"

"I don't know, she didn't speak English, but I'm sure 
she was my age."

"Your sister seems to think she was about 13."

Lamar's face was red "She's lying and she knows it. 
There was no way that girl was that young."

"I guess that you need to be careful when girls don't 
speak English. I don't know what the age of consent is 
here but I would guess it's more than 13"

"She wasn't' 13," Lamar shouted.

"I didn't say she was." His dad responded, "I just said 
to be careful. OK?"

Lamar calmed "OK."

"and you did use a condom. Yes?"

"Yes I used a condom." 

Cooper wanted that to be the end of this conversation. 
"The girls will be gone for quite a while. How about we 
rent a Jet ski?"

"COOL!"

The cab let the women out at a large bank. They went in 
and on the 3rd floor found suite 304.

Inside a receptionist guided them into a conference 
room. A man with a dark complexion greeted them "Mrs. 
Campbell and Miss Campbell" with an outstretched hand 
he said "I'm Richard Kyle" in his British accent. "This 
is my business partner Satyajit. He was a small man of 
apparent East Indian origins as is common in former 
British Colonies. The black hair on his temples was 
graying, Bonnie guessed him to be late 40's. He was 
very well dressed in a dark suit and tie.

"Glad to meet you," a younger man said in a thick 
Indian accent. 

Richard continued "Have a seat." He motioned to the 
deeply padded seats around the table. "What a strange 
series of events has led you and I together here. I get 
many unsolicited photos in my office. Most are garbage 
or stolen from other sites. It was over a year ago I 
first saw photos of you two. I knew in an instant the 
people in those photographs were something special. I 
didn't dream that after I posted them that I would hear 
from the lovely women themselves. Now, to be sure, 
occasionally I do hear from people who have been 
photographed on public beaches, but always to demand 
the photos be removed."

He leaned forward toward Misty, "But you young miss. 
You didn't ask to have them removed, you offered more 
photographs. And were savvy enough to offer to sell 
them not to give them to me. For a young woman you are 
very astute. I respect that"

Misty flushed "Thank you."

"I will not pretend that I haven't made a money on your 
photos; You have retained very good legal and business 
counsel. Did you know I almost didn't even begin 
negotiating money once I saw who represented you?"

"No," Misty answered.

"It's true. In the past I've always avoided such 
arrangements. There is too many cheaper ways to get 
content than what we are signing today. But; people 
like you, and because of that I know that working 
together we can both make more money than we could 
separately."

He opened a manila folder on that sat in front of him. 

"There isn't much to do here but sign the paper work." 
He spoke something to his college that neither Misty of 
Bonnie understood, then the man left the room.

Bonnie handed Misty her satchel, Misty removed the 
contents. Among them was a DVD in a jewel case. She 
slid the DVD over to him. This has 250 high resolution 
images from three shoots back home and then from the 
beaches here. They are all top quality photos."

He took the Jewel case and removed the DVD. "Good, lets 
have a look."

He lifted a laptop from the floor by his chair and put 
in the DVD. As the machine cued the photos Misty began 
narrating "The first 30 or so are the first posing I 
did for Amy Douglass, the painter. This was done on my 
18th Birthday. On my birthday, not just near it."

"That will sell" he said mostly to himself as the first 
photo appeared

He clicked through them very quickly. Misty could see 
the eyes of a real pro scan each photo in an instant 
and move to the next. "These are excellent. Who shot 
them?"

"I did," Bonnie said. 

"You have a good eye," he replayed as the photos 
clicked through.

"Thank You."

As the photos that showed Amy in the foreground or 
background appeared he asked "Do you have a release for 
this woman?" 

"Yes" Bonnie said. "And in the papers we have provided 
you with publication permission, on one condition."

Richards head snapped up, "Condition?"

Bonnie was firm "Yes one Condition. These photos are 
the property of the FFF and are being used with their 
permission only if the web-site is designed and focused 
the way we negotiated."

Richard just looked at her.

She continued "Should that agreement be violated by 
making the site exploitive in any way permission to use 
the photos will be withdrawn."

"And who will make this judgment?"

"The FFF Public Relations Liaison, which is me."

Richard thought for a second and laughed "You watch all 
the corners, don't' you?"

"Just on this issue" Bonnie responded "But that should 
not be new to you, that is all in the contract."

"It is," He answered.

The door to the conference room opened and Richard's 
college, a middle aged man in a suit, and a young woman 
carrying a stack of papers.

In a voice that sounded to Misty like John Clease, the 
older man said "Welcome to St. Martin." And extended 
his hand.

After the instructions were made, he guided them 
through a stack of papers explaining that his firm was 
hired to be the facilitator between their respective 
legal counsels. The process took about 30 minutes and a 
dozen signatures by Misty before it was complete.

After the paperwork was completed Mr. Kyle invited 
Bonnie to review the rest of the photos and to work out 
details such as communication. 

"And these were also taken on your birthday?" Richard 
asked as he ran through the photos of Misty and Vitor.

"Yea, it was a busy day."

"It must have been."

Misty took this opportunity to ask a question "Now, I 
do have more photos from that day, but the rest also 
have photos of my friend Caitlin as well. I can get a 
release for them, but how does she get paid?"

Richard stopped looking at the screen "Remember you and 
I are partners in this venture. You provide all the 
content. Any payment has to come from you. All I do is 
get a copy of the photographs, a copy of the model 
release and proof of age. It is in your interest to 
keep a steady stream of new and interesting photos 
coming if you want the site to make money."

Misty was a bit surprised by the sharp response, though 
she shouldn't' have been. As of last week when her new 
company was incorporated she was a business person, and 
that was how business was done. To save face she lied 
"Oh, I know that I was just asking if I need to send 
you records of payment?"

"No" he said "Our arrangement is you receive 25% of the 
billings. The contract is with your company and my 
company, not you and me. Your company provides product 
and all expenses related to that are your business. If 
you get product for free you take home more, if you pay 
for product you take home less. But it is unlikely you 
will be able to maintain long with out paying for your 
models." 

It was hard for Bonnie to sit back and watch her girl 
having to compete with this very experienced business 
man. She could tell it was all she could do to keep 
even with him. She did not interfere, this was Misty's 
endeavor, not hers. And besides, if her 18 year old 
girl could even come close to staying neck and neck 
with this guy, she was doing damn good for herself. 
She'd be mighty formidable in a few years. These 
thoughts made it much easier to see her girl squirm in 
her seat.

"Except…." He said with a smug grin "…this one time. To 
get us some knock-out photos for advertising and to put 
in our initial site set-up I have called in a favor 
from a friend." He paused, evidently trying to be 
dramatic, "Are you familiar with the work of Boris 
Ujinko?"

Neither Bonnie nor Misty had ever heard the name and 
both answered in the negative.

"A shame. He has shot for the Pirelli Calendar, French 
Vogue, Der Stern and most recently for Maximum. He is 
the principal photographer for Glamour Action , one of 
the most highly regarded glamour sites on the web. He 
and his team are great. The reason I booked you here 
this week is today and tomorrow he is shooting here in 
St. Marrteen, and I showed him your photos and he 
agreed to shoot you and the photos would be jointly 
used on Glamour Action and on our new site. It's an 
amazing opportunity for you."

Misty was following, but still unsure. "You mean I've 
got a photo shoot with this famous photographer? Here?"

"Yes, Misty, be ready at your hotel at 5:00, Wednesday 
morning. Bring every outfit you think you look good in. 
He has his own makeup and hair person, so don't worry 
about that."

Misty was now really taken aback. "Wow," was all she 
could say.

"This is your big chance. Do everything he says. You 
will not be disappointed."

Bonnie, ever the mother asked "So, do I have this 
right, her photos will appear on this Glamour Action 
site?"

"Yes, actually you will need to sign a release for him 
and he has already signed a release for us to use the 
photographs he takes on our site."

"So the photos will belong to him?" Bonnie pressed.

Richards cheery demeanor dimmed. "Yes, he is doing us, 
Misty, a huge favor."

Misty caught her mothers hesitation, but it was her 
company and she quickly said "Thank you Richard. I 
won't let your confidence in me go unrewarded."

Misty didn't like the tension between her mother and 
her new business partner. She changed the line of 
discussion, "And my blog, how will I have access to the 
site to post it."

He reached from his stack of papers and slid a few 
stapled sheets together. "This gives you directions and 
your password to access that part of the site. It's all 
very straight forward. It is better to write at least a 
little each day than to write a long piece once every 
few days."

"Not a problem. And what date do you have for kickoff, 
for my first blog entry?"

"I have the site mostly designed. After I take the 
photos you have brought me and format them into the 
site I will then circulate the site to some marketing 
people. All that will take about a month. But go ahead 
and write your first blog entry now. Make it an 
introduction to you and your world. You will get and 
keep more members if you make them feel they are part 
of a group and that they really know you. Have you 
decided on your screen name?" he went on a bit less 
lecturing.

"I was thinking about Charlotte, Charlotte Ravenel, a 
good Georgian name." She had heard the name from her 
mom, it was the man her friend Trisha was spending this 
week with in Hilton head, she thought the name sounded 
dashing.

He looked at her. He dark eyes clearly thinking, and he 
appeared to be prepared to speak, but he did not.

She asked no more questions and the meeting devolved to 
closing small talk.

Both Bonnie and Misty were glad when the meeting ended. 
It was the purpose of the trip, but all the same she 
was glad it had ended. Back in the cab Bonnie said "You 
did great in there"

"I thought I sounded like a complete moron a lot of the 
time." Misty said glumly.

"No way, you sounded very grown up, I was proud of 
you."

Misty perked up a little "really."

"Yes really. He's an old shark and even if you didn't 
eat him, he didn't eat you either. And that's saying 
something. How about we go shopping to celebrate your 
official entry into the business world, and to get you 
some killer outfits for your big photo shoot."

They made it back to the Villa by 2:30, but the boys 
were not back. They had left a note that they were 
going to ride Jet Skis. Bonnie read the note and said 
"I guess it's just a girls day out."

Misty was already half out of her 'business' outfit. 
"Cool. How about we get some lunch at Calamos Café' 
over on Grad Case. I read it's the best beachside 
restaurant on the island and we need to celebrate."

"Fine with me, as long as we go soon, I'm starving." 
Misty answered.

"It's on the other side of the island, but we can do 
lunch and go shopping, explore, just the usual stuff 
here."

Misty had pulled on a light sun dress before her mom 
had even finished talking "Let's go." She said.

"Sorry girl, I'm going to need a few minutes" her mom 
groused.

They had been gone less than a half hour when the boys 
got home. 

"Well they've been here" Cooper observed noting the 
satchel on the table. "But they went out again."

"I'm going to go down to the beach and see if my 
friends are out there," Lamar said.

Cooper acknowledge him and went to lay down. That jet 
ski on the ocean might have been fun, but it beat his 
poor old body to death. "Son, I'm going to lay down and 
recover."

"Old man!" Lamar sarcastic jibed.

Cooper was already dragging himself up the stairs, 
"Fine. If you see your mother tell her I'm here."

"Have a nice nap gramps," He replied as he flew out the 
door.

"Old man, gramps," Cooper groused. By the top step his 
legs felt like lead "Maybe he's right." Five minutes 
later Cooper was dead to the world.

***

Across the island Bonnie and Misty found the Café' to 
be as good as the travel guide had said. It was in a 
small bay, filled with large boats, many larger even 
than the San Diero on which she and Cooper had taken a 
cruise. As she enjoyed the view and the food, Bonnie 
came to the realizing that her relationship with her 
daughter had changed. It had been changing over the 
past few years, but now it was hardly recognizable as 
the mother/daughter relationship it had been when Misty 
was younger. 

As Misty discussed for the tenth time the problems that 
had been inherent in her relationship with Tommy. It 
was not that her daughter was looking to mommy for 
guidance, but rather, as a friend might do, just looked 
for support on a decision already made. A bit of 
nostalgia for the old ways of mommy making every thing 
better for Misty came back, but it was tempered by the 
level headed reasoning of her adult (almost) daughter. 
This is what it's all about she mused, loosing a 
dependent and gaining a lifelong friend. Not a bad 
trade. After all she still had Lamar- for now.

Only half listening to Misty, no a quarter listening, 
she responded to a change in the tone and topic.

"Mom" Misty said in a conversational whisper "Those two 
guys have been checking us out for the last ten 
minutes."

Bonnie began to casually scan the room. Sure enough 
were two men, unabashedly watching and evidently 
talking about her and Misty.

Bonnie's eyes crossed those of one of the men. He 
looked straight at her and smiled in response. Bonnie 
quickly looked away. "You're right."

Their conversation paused. Misty asked "What do we do."

Bonnie was pleased, mommy was still there to save the 
day. Or was that the same way she would have asked Keli 
or Caitlin? "Just finish lunch" she responded to give 
her time to come up with a real answer. She considered 
the situation. The men, both looked to be late 20's 
maybe early thirties. They were well dressed (in a 
Caribbean beach way) and certainly attractive. They 
both were blondish, but one was dark blond. Northern 
European she surmised. They were both deeply tanned, 
indicating they weren't neophytes to St. Martin. 

From the corner of her eye she could see one of them, 
still looking at her and Misty, and evidently talking 
about what he saw. They were handsome, that was for 
sure, and they looked so confident of themselves. 

"We just eat finish our meal, that's what." Bonnie 
answered "and carry on as if we don't see them."

That was easier said than done. Bonnie felt her eyes 
drift over to the handsome man in the corner of her 
eye. He appeared older than the other man, but still 
surely younger than Bonnie by a half decade or more. He 
was in many ways average, but he had the rugged good 
looks of a real man's man, an outdoorsman. 

In thickly French accented English the waiter said "Mr. 
Champlain had paid the bill. He motioned to Bonnie to 
his left to the man she had been 'covertly' watching. 
She was surprised. She had never had such a come-on in 
her life. A shiver of excitement ran up her spine. 

"Are those guys trying to pick us up?" Misty asked 
genuinely confused.

"I think so."

"Both of us?"

"Yea, it looks like it. That's a first, isn't it?"

Misty just nodded. Bonnie stood and crossed the sand to 
where "Mr. Champlain" and his companion sat. "Thank 
you, Mr. Champlain?" Bonnie said.

He stood, he was average of height and wiry in build as 
she had earlier observed. "Your quite welcome. I've 
never seen you here." He spoke with only the slightest 
trace of French accent.

"I'm Bonnie Campbell, and this is my daughter Misty." 
motioning to Misty who still stood by the table. 

He extended his hand "I am Honore Champlain, and this 
is Corin Vilipin who helps me crew my boat." 

"Very nice to meet you. And thank you again for lunch." 

"It was more than worth it to meet such a lovely lady 
and her equally lovely daughter."

Bonnie flushed a little.

He continued "And what might your plans be now?"

"None particular. We thought we might check out the 
shopping nearby."

"Might we accompany you?" He asked politely "Or, if you 
would rather, we would be glad to take you and your 
daughter for a sail around the island?"

"Well Mr. Champlain…" Bonnie stalled to think through 
what he was asking.

"Honore. " he corrected "and I would understand if you 
are apprehensive, as we just met "

"Yes, we did." She agreed.

"Then let's go shopping. What are you looking for?" He 
agreed.

For the next two hours or so they visited a number of 
shops. Bonnie was impressed that in each and every shop 
the proprietor knew Mr. Champlain by name. It was 
obvious he was well know and respected in this 
community. 

She also found he was from Quebec, but spent nearly 
half his time on his boat based in St. Maarrten because 
his business, something to do with Stocks could be 
largely carried out via the Internet from anywhere he 
could get an uplink. Additionally, she gathered, that 
he spent much more time and energy on his boat, La 
Étole de Quebec, (translated The Star of Quebec), than 
he did on his market activities from which he appeared, 
even though he appeared to be in his mid-thirty's, was 
now only part time, but generated a good deal of 
income. 
 
She enjoyed the shopping but didn't buy very much. 
Misty bought two more locally made linen sun dresses 
and a pair matching woven sandals at a shop off the 
main street that Honore recommended. At another shop 
Bonnie and Misty found the smallest bikini they had 
ever seen, or imagine seeing. Misty held one up. It 
appeared to be made nearly entirely of the fabric 
"strings" of a string bikini, less the bikini part, or 
most of it rather. 

The one she held was bright orange, and the "bikini" 
part appeared to be no more than two half inch wide 
straps arranged for two to frame the vulva, and one, 
perhaps an inch wide to pass over the center covering 
the clit and ostensibly covering the cleavage between 
the two labial lips. The top was similar with the 
center strip designed to cover the nipple.

"OK, mom what is the point of this?"

Honore answered the question in his French Canadian 
accent "I have seen them on the French side beaches. It 
appears that, though it leaves the woman essentially 
naked, she will not be accosted for being nude on the 
textile sections of the beach. I would not suggest you 
try something like that on the Dutch side."

He picked up a similar item and spoke across the room 
in French to the proprietor. When she answered him he 
looked back to Misty and said. "She assures me that 
that wearing this will keep the gendarmes from 
bothering you, but is not sure if you should wear it in 
town."

Misty, still holding the micro-bikini asked her mom 
"well, should we?"

"It's not like we haven't worn even less. And besides 
they will make some great photos."

Corin said something in French in reference to the tiny 
bikini's on the table to Honore. Bonnie said "None of 
that sneaky stuff. What did you say?"

Corin just blushed. Honore answered, "He just said it's 
ashamed it's too bad you won't be sailing with us. He 
would like to see her in that." Corin blush deepened.

Bonnie was feeling much more comfortable do she asked 
"Does the offer for a trip around the island still 
stand if we wait till tomorrow?"

"Of course."

"And would you complain if I wore one of these too?" 
she queried holding up the pseudo bikni.

"Why no I would not" He said in defense.

"OK, when should we be there?"

He appeared puzzled.

"For our sailing trip on your boat tomorrow," she 
explained.

"Oh, so you do wish to go on a sail. Wonderful. I will 
send Corin to pick you up in the dingy at 8:30." He 
thought for a moment. Then added, on the beach, near 
where we had lunch."

After buying two of those micro-thongs in one in neon 
green and the other in orange. She also picked out two 
similarly tiny but slightly different ones.

The shopping complete and plans made for tomorrow, 
Honore hailed them a cab and they were off.

In the cab Misty asked "Are you serious? Are we going 
to go sailing with them tomorrow?"

"Unless your father objects. And I don't' think he 
will."

"Cool!"

Back at the Villa, Bonnie found her husband in the bed 
and her son was nowhere to be found. Sitting up he 
asked "Well? How'd it go?"

"Good. Your daughter is in business."

"What did you think of Richard Kyle?" He asked.

"All business." Bonne answered stretching out on the 
bed beside her husband. "I didn't know he was Indianan, 
or maybe Pakistani. But he pressed her hard and I think 
I girl took it like a real pro. Where is Lamar?" 

"He said something about meeting friends at the beach, 
I don't know I was half asleep."

"Why you so tired?"

"Lamar and I rented a jet ski. I feel like I've been 
beaten to a pulp."

Bonnie snuggled "Old man."

Later as they lay on the beach enjoying the evening 
wind caress their bodies, Bonnie asked "you don't mind 
if Misty and I go off again tomorrow and let you and 
Lamar do manly stuff again?"

Cooper looked over at his lovely wife on the case 
lounge beside his. She wasn't completely naked, but the 
tiny thong she had bought earlier in the day hardly was 
worth calling clothes. Micro-thong? From what Cooper 
had seen, it appeared to be nothing but spaghetti 
straps that seemed to pulled down into her pussy lips 
when she moved her legs apart and completely 
disappeared between the lips as it passed between her 
legs. She was quite a woman he was thinking before he 
fell asleep. 

Continued in part 30...

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