Chapter 7
Miss Manley stepped on the gas and they sped away down the block, past the hotels and motels, past the sleepy strangers at the bus stop, past pedestrians and the other cars and finally past a policeman and a red light. Unfortunately, the policeman did not remain behind with the rest, but flipped on his siren and motioned her to the curb.
"What do you think this is, the steeplechase?" he asked as he walked up to her door.
"I'm terribly sorry, officer," she cooed and opened the door, bumping him in the thigh. "Oh, I'm sorry again," she said. She got out of the car and reached down to touch the place where she had bumped him. "Did I hurt you?" she asked sweetly.
"Not unless I'm a marshmallow and your car's the torch of freedom, in which case I'd melt. But I ain't, so I'm not," he said sarcastically. "Now can I see your driver's license?"
"Of course," she said. She bent over to reach into the car and began fidgeting in her bag, her gorgeous rump extended straight towards the officer's face.
"What's this?" he suddenly said, pinching her ass. "Your modus operandi?"
She recoiled as if she were very much surprised and said, "Officer, please, I've never had a man of the law treat me in such a manner. Placing your hand on a woman's derriere!"
The officer became flustered for a moment, then returned to his duty, saying, "Yes, umph, your license."
"I don't seem to have my license with me," Miss Manley said, turning to look at the officer around her own plump ass. The officer came a bit closer to look for himself and Miss Manley chose that moment to raise up again. The officer's badge came up under Miss Manley's chest and hooked in the material directly below the outline of her nipple.
"Oh!" Miss Manley squeaked and the officer tried to back away, but the badge was caught fast and it drove deeper into her nipple. "Oh, don't move, don't back away," she pleaded.
She threw her arms around his neck and he blushed profusely, looking around to make sure no one was looking.
"I'll help," Erich called out from the car.
"No, we'll get it," she called back as the officer walked pressed closer to her toward the woods beside the road.
"Oh, don't pull away," she pleaded. "It's so painful. Let me press closer. Ah, that's better," she said, bringing her thighs into contact with his.
"We'll have this off in a minute," the gruff officer assured her.
"I certainly hope so," she replied.
They came to a clearing between the trees and he leaned her against a tree. Pressing close to her, he deftly placed his hand under her tit and extracted the pointed silver star.
"There," he said triumphantly, "how's it feel?"
She ran her finger slowly up the curve, testing it cautiously. He watched her finger approach the nipple and almost felt the pain when she cried out.
"I think it must be bleeding," she said. "I'd better check."
Before the officer could respond, she was gingerly raising her sweater over her head, letting out little sighs of pain as she brought it over her injured nipple.
She removed the sweater and stood bare-breasted before the embarrassed policeman. He had never been this close to a pair of tits like these and he became simple-headed in their presence. The nipples seemed to sense his discomfort and rose to the occasion. She placed a finger under her injured tit and began inspecting it. She strained her neck trying to look over the rim of her well-formed mound of flesh.
"I don't think it's hurt bad, but I can't really see, you know-" she said with embarrassment. "She looked up at him and said, "Would you have a look and see if it's all right?"
"I don't mind looking, but uh-"
"Oh, strictly on a professional basis," she said innocently.
"Well, damaged cars are more my specialty, but I'll have a look anyway."
He brought his eyeball close to the underside of her nipple and she cupped it to help him see better.
"Could you move your hand, please? I think you're covering the place I'm supposed to look at," he said.
"Oh, excuse me, I was only trying to help," she said, releasing the sagging flesh as it plopped down on his cheek, obstructing his view.
He freed himself and then returned to his task, this time taking her full tit in his hand and examining the suspected injury. He did not see any punctures on his initial inspection, so he looked closer, holding the tit in both hands and bringing his face close to her chest.
"It looks all right to use," he finally said. "There's nothing wrong with that tit that little after-the-fact attention won't cure," he added.
"Oh, thank you so much," she said with gratitude. "I think it feels better now, too. I'm so embarrassed. I hope I haven't offended you."
"Not at all, lady. I enjoyed it."
"May I tell you something?" she asked.
"Sure," he replied.
"I enjoyed it, too. I think you have wonderful hands."
"They're great for apprehending fleeing felons and soothing ladies in distress," he chuckled.
She turned around to retrieve her sweater and bent over again. The officer could see the crack of her ass as she reached for the ground, and her tits swayed down nearly brushing the short grass. She turned, facing him, and raised her arms to bring the sweater over them. She wiggled her whole body as she brought the sweater down around her neck, then slowly further until it covered the top of her tit. She moved it slowly down her tit and the officer watched wide-eyed as the glorious brown-tipped nipple made its patient descent. He began bending over to watch it go, and he became aware of the stiffening in his pants. When she was completely clad again, his prick stood out stiffly, causing a lump in his shiny blue pants. She looked him over, letting her gaze rest on his bulging pants.
"Is this for me?" she asked, reaching down and grabbing hold of his hard weapon.
"That belongs to the force," he said weakly.
"Ah, well, you'd best go back there and tell them it's ready to make another deposit in the policemen's fund," she quipped and gave a hard jerk to his prick.
He jumped back and she turned to walk back to the car. He tried to stop her, but found it difficult to run with the lump in his pants. When she emerged on the road, he stayed behind in the bushes, watching her ass bob toward her car. She got in, started the engine and drove off down the road.
"Here's something for you two to have some fun with," she said, handing over a pointed silver policeman's star.
"What happened?" Victor asked.
"He turned out to be a very nice man," she replied, "and he gave me his badge as a token of friendship. And I'm giving it to you."
Victor and Erich didn't know what to think. Victor took the badge and pinned it on his shirt. The car continued down the road at a brisk clip, Miss Manley weaving in and out of traffic. They watched the scenery rush past and in a short while they passed the signpost that read: City Limits. The boys both felt an enormous sense of loss as they rushed past the sign. They felt they were leaving everything behind them and they felt sad and afraid. They felt very much alone.
Miss Manley sensed their emotions and began to talk gaily of the sights they would see.
"Have either of you ever seen a farm?" she asked.
"No," Erich answered. "We've always lived in the city."
"One city or another," Victor added.
"I was like that, too," Miss Manley said. "I never was in the country until I met John. He says it's the real way to live, although he also has his place in the city. The city has its good points, but you really need to get outdoors sometimes and see what the world outside looks like. You know, there are places where you can run all day and never come across another human being. And you can shout as loud as you want and nobody is there to tell you to keep quiet. And there's always food like we had this morning. Didn't you like breakfast this morning?" she asked.
"We sure did," they both replied.
"Oh, I think you'll like it out here." They drove on in silence for some time until they spotted a person beside the road. As they approached it became clear that he was hitchhiking and when they got still closer it became clear that he was a she. Miss Manley slowed down and pulled over next to a cute young teenage girl wearing jeans and a loose workshirt.
"Hop in," Miss Manley said.
"Gee, thanks for stopping," she said as they started again. "I've been waiting here for over an hour for a ride. Nobody would pick me up."
She sat in the back next to Erich and the two of them looked at each other for the first time and let out an exclamation of surprise.
"You're Sue-Ellen Hanes, aren't you?" Erich asked.
Victor turned around to look and she said excitedly, "Yeah, that's right. Aren't you the Stern twins?"
"That's us," Victor beamed.
"Boy, are you guys in a lot of trouble," she giggled. "Half the police force is looking for you."
"Is that right, Victor?" Miss Manley asked. "Victor is a bona fide officer of the law, you know."
Victor raised himself up and showed his genuine policeman's badge.
"Oh, that's not real," she said.
"Certainly is," Miss Manley said.
"How'd he get it?" she asked.
"I gave it to him," Miss Manley said. "I have lots of friends in lots of places. And my friends tell me that you're running away from home. I wouldn't be scolding someone for something I was doing myself," she said.
"Oh, I'm not running away for good. I'm going back tomorrow. I just wanted to go away for a day. Are you and Erich really running away for good?" she asked.
"Who told you that?" Victor asked.
"Bob Wilson. He said you weren't ever coming back,"
"Bob Wilson told us all about you," Victor said.
"What did he say?" she asked. "Oh, lots of things," Victor replied. "Like what?"
"Do you really want to know?" Victor said.
"Yes, I do," she replied.
"He said you had big tits. And he said "you were a good lay but that you always came too soon." Victor suddenly realized what he had just said, and blushed.
She laughed when she noticed it and said, "You're blushing, aren't you, Victor? You were always the shy one. I think you're cute. Did Bob tell you that? I told him, but I don't think he did. He told you lies instead. I don't come too soon; it's him. He comes in his pants half the time. He's so nervous about the whole thing. All the guys think he's a stud. The only reason I like him is because he's the only one who's not afraid to do it. Everybody else is chicken. But I hear you two guys aren't."
"No, they're not," Miss Manley interjected.
"You can?" she said, looking at Miss Manley incredulously.
"That's right," Miss Manley replied. "You know," she said, "you remind me a lot of myself when I was your age. I liked to go out on my own and have fun, screw around. You like that, don't you?"
"If the guy's right," she replied.
"What about if the girl's right?" Miss Manley asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Haven't you ever had a girl get you off?"
Miss Manley asked incredulously.
"No, I haven't, and I've never really wanted to."
Miss Manley suddenly pulled off the main road onto a lonely dirt road that ran through the woods.
"Where are we going?" Sue asked.
"This is a favorite place of mine. I was going to show it to the boys and I thought you might like to see it, too. It's just up the road a bit."
Miss Manley drove deeper into the brush until they could no longer hear the sound of car tires on the main highway. They drove over a slight rise and halted just below it in front of a small grove of squat bushes.
"Blueberry time!" Miss Manley called out, halting the car and hopping out. She opened the trunk and brought out a blanket to rest on and three buckets. They all walked down toward the wild berries and Miss Manley picked a few to taste them, then handed a bunch to her three guests. They were just ripe.
"You and Victor use that bucket, and Erich and I will use this one," she said, handing a basket to Victor and one to Erich. They walked into the brush and began picking the berries. The two partners walked in opposite directions and so were left mostly alone and to themselves. Sue wanted to know all about the twins' adventures since they had run away and Victor told the story so well that he captivated her. They walked and picked berries arid laughed when he came to a funny detail in the story. When their bucket was half full, Miss Manley called them back, and they returned reluctantly.
"I think we should wash and eat a few of these berries," Miss Manley suggested. "There's a little spring just up the road where you can get a bucketful of water," she said, handing a bucket to Victor. "Will you and Sue go down and get a little?" she said.
"Okay," he said as he took the bucket and walked off down the trail with Sue.
Soon they came to a little spring that bubbled up out of the ground and ran down the rocks into a shallow stream. Victor knelt down and felt it, then took a handful of it and splashed it in Sue Ellen's face. She laughed at Victor's anger and splashed him again and he grabbed her wrist and they began to wrestle. She was older and stronger and soon pinned him, but let him roll "her over until he sat on top of her. They both laughed gleefully. When the laughter subsided, Victor sat on top of her, staring down into her round brown eyes. She was really very pretty, he thought. He wanted to kiss her, but was still a little timid.
"I don't mind if you kiss me," she said, reading his mind.
Victor was a little shaky as he brought his body down upon hers and his lips touched hers. She embraced him in her arms, holding him tightly against her. He could feel the curvature of her tits against his chest and her tongue dancing lightly along their joined lips. When the kiss parted, Victor had begun breathing heavily.
"Bob once told me that he wanted to trade me to you for a girl you two had. I think it was Miss Manley. I told him that if I wanted you, I would get you on my own and that if he wanted your girl, he would have to get her on his own. I told him I wasn't his property. He got real mad at that. So I quit letting him do it to me. That was over a month ago. The whole time I wanted you, but I didn't know how to talk with you. You were younger. I thought others would think I was stupid if I went out with younger guys. But it was you I wanted. Did you want me?" she asked.
"I guess I did," Victor admitted.
She held him close and they kissed in each other's arms, Victor on top of her.
"Will you undress me?" she asked.
Victor began opening the buttons of her shirt nervously. He was relieved to find she wore no bra, because he was still unsure of the technique in opening the catch at the back.
She had firm young tits, much smaller than Miss Manley's, but Victor thought they were prettier. They were soft but did not sag at all, and the nipples were a light tan color and smooth. They looked and felt like pencil erasers. He brought his lips down and kissed the tip of each nipple. On the second one, she brought her hands behind his head and buried his face in the tender young flesh. He put his mouth around her tit and took as much of it in as he could, twirling his tongue on the nipple as he did so.
"Oh, yes, Victor, that feels so good. Keep on," she whispered.
They rolled in the grass like this awhile and then Victor raised himself up and undid the snap of her jeans, slowly opening the fly. The sparse, soft hair of her pubis became visible. She wasn't wearing panties. She raised her bottom from the ground and Victor slid her jeans over her ass and down her thighs. She had slender, muscular thighs that converged to little mounds of her sex, which had a sprinkling of new pubis hair growing over it. Victor reached down and ran his hand over the roundness. She pushed herself up to meet his touch, then rose and began undressing him.
She helped him pull his T-shirt over his head and then placed her hand on his bare young chest. She felt how the ribcage curved slightly down to his flat stomach and then his fingers inside the waist of his pants. She undid the buckle and snap and slowly let the zipper down, revealing the bulging presence of his prick. She felt it in her hands through the rough cotton of his underwear, then slipped her hand inside the elastic and felt the soft skin of his cock. He stood and she pulled his pants down to his ankles, and lifted them off as he raised each leg.
She lay back and reached up her arms toward him. He fell upon her with kisses and she held him close. He struggled to find the opening to insert his pounding prod until she squeezed him tightly, and reached down to grasp it at the base. Spreading her legs wide, she guided him down into her wet and waiting well. He plunged into the hot waters, diving deep as he could go, until their pelvic bones grinded together. She was tight and hard on his cock, unlike Miss Manley. She moved instinctively, as he did, each causing the other stimulation while increasing their own. He brought his penis sliding back, nearly extracting it from its sensual hair. He slid it along the roof of her vagina, stroking her clit as it went. It was like a tiny blunt thorn that caught on the head of his prick and sent tingles rushing up in both directions, causing them to shiver. He ran his shaft down again until it touched the back of her shallow well and repeated the motion again. They both clung to each other as the gyrations increased in speed until they were rocking back and forth in the grass. He drove himself into her with all his strength as he came gushing inside her.
She felt the hot juices splash and his penis jerk and expand, and then her whole body contracted in short, powerful spasms that shook them both.
He spent his juices and felt himself growing weaker until she grabbed a handful of his ass and pushed him deep into her again.
"Please, don't pull out yet," she said. "It feels so wonderful,-Victor."
She whispered this in his ear and then nibbled the lobe lightly. The feeling was electric. As she ran her tongue around the inside of his ear, he could feel himself growing hard again. He was amazed at the thought of coming again so soon. He knew that he could, though, with Sue. He held her tightly with his newfound confidence and pushed his firm prick all the way into her, until he could feel her soft hair against him. He knew he had no hair on his pubis himself but that didn't seem to matter anymore. He caressed her waist and then brought his hand up to her tit and cupped the smooth, blossoming flesh, running his thumb over the nipple. She placed her hands on his waist and accentuated his up and down motion, directing his insertions to better please her. She kissed his eyes and forehead and neck and then closed her arms around his waist, drawing him deeper into her, lifting and locking her legs around him so she clung tightly to him.
They both clung tightly to each other in the rocking movements, waiting for the moment of ecstasy to arrive. It crept up on their inner thoughts, beginning in vague sensations in their thighs, accumulating strength, spreading inward to the point of deepest penetration, and then rebounding back with a glow until their whole body was bathed in the idea, lusting after it with all their young feelings and sensations. Victor thought he would lose consciousness but the magical force drove him on as he felt the sensation take over his body and throw it into convulsive jolts, sending hot joy shooting into her womb. She sobbed and shook as the orgasm took hold and sent her sailing out to meet him. They clutched and pawed each other like wild animals and struggled to reach higher until they both fell over the edge and lay panting and entwined. They lay listening to their breathing mixed with the sound of the stream and the song of the birds.
A human voice came drifting through it all finally reaching through the blissful cloud they lay in and they distinguished Miss Manley's voice calling them back. They lay for a few minutes, then called back and said they were coming. They walked to the stream and splashed cold water over themselves and shivered in the cool air. They shook all of themselves dry as best as they could and then dressed again. Victor filled the bucket with water and they started back hand in hand. They stopped twice on the way and kissed and embraced.
They walked back into the clearing, apparently looking quite disheveled, for Miss Manley said, "It looks like the spring gave you quite a battle, but I guess you won since you got the water."
They both adjusted their clothes guiltily as they set the water down next to the two now-full buckets of blueberries. Miss Manley washed a bunch and then set it on the blanket. "Dig in," she said and they all began plucking and eating the juicy berries. Their tongues and lips soon turned blue as well as their fingertips. They smiled and stuck their blue-tinged tongues between heir blue-coated lips and they all laughed and ate. Then they passed around the big bucket and each took a long drink from it.
"It's time we were getting back on the road," Miss Manley said. They each took a bucket, two still well-stocked with berries and Miss Manley gathered up the blanket. They headed back toward the car. Victor and Sue managed to maneuver it so that they sat together in the back seat and Erich sat up front with Miss Manley. They drove up the country road and soon emerged again onto the highway. Sue set her hand on the seat between her and Victor and he shyly placed his hand over hers. She edged toward him until she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Oh, I forgot to ask," Miss Manley said. "Where are you going? We're going as far as Chapel Hill."
"That'll be great," she said.
"Why don't you come with us?" Victor asked.
"Where are you going?" she inquired.
"To a farm. We're going to visit some friends of Miss Manley's. Do you think it would be all right if she came along, Miss Manley?"
"I suppose," she said. "How old are you?" Miss Manley asked.
"Seventeen," Sue lied.
"Me, too," Miss Manley said.
"What?" Sue said with confusion.
"I mean you're no more seventeen than I am," Miss Manley reasoned.
"Okay, I'm fifteen. Well, almost. I will be in two months," Sue said.
"Heavens," Miss Manley said. "I was just curious. Victor is only thirteen. He's good for thirteen, don't you think?"
"He sure is," Sue beamed. Victor blushed.
"There's only one thing about inviting you to the farm," Miss Manley said. "You must keep it a secret. You can never tell anyone about it. Can I trust you?"
"Why?" Sue asked. The twins listened with interest.
"Because this is a very special place. It is the most wonderful place I have ever seen. It can only stay that way if people don't find out about it. You'll understand more when you see it. I think you'll be pleased. Can I trust you?" she repeated.
Sue took the vow of secrecy, then the hoys followed. They drove along in silence. Miss Manley looked in he mirror and saw that Victor and Sue were making out in the back seat. She smiled and reached one hand across to touch Erich lightly on the thigh. Erich looked over at her, diverting his gaze from the beautiful scenery rushing past. She motioned with her finger for him to move closer to her. He obeyed and sat next to her.
"Do you know how to drive?" she asked.
"No," Erich replied.
"I'll teach you," she said slyly. "Slide over me," she told him. He shuffled over her lap while she tried to keep her foot on the gas and steer the car. They slowed down and weaved across the center stripe as Miss Manley shifted herself to the passenger side.
"Now, put your foot on the gas pedal. Good. Try to keep up a steady speed. Not too fast." She held the wheel steady while Erich mastered the pedal. "Now, take the wheel. I'll help guide you at first. Feel how I keep the car steady. Okay, you try."
Erich took the wheel and kept it steady for a few minutes, then began edging toward the shoulder. Miss Manley steered him back into the lane again and gave the wheel back to him. He drove down the highway for some 20 miles, weaving back and forth but having a grand time. Gradually he became more proficient, guiding the car semi-completely down the road. In the back seat, Victor and Sue decided that if they were going to be cracked up with Erich at the wheel, they might as well go in each other's arms, and lay down in the seat locked in a passionate embrace.
"You're doing great!" Miss Manley encouraged him. "How does it feel?"
"This is easy," he boasted. "That's fine. Now comes the real driver's safety test. Every driver has to pass this test if he wants to drive with me."
She reached down and grabbed a handful of cock and squeezed hard. Erich recoiled and swerved clear to the other side of the road. Miss Manley grabbed the wheel and guided them back.
"Not very good," she said. "You failed the test. You need more practice," she concluded and left him to his driving for a while. He realized what was in store and his cock hardened as he drove. He riveted his attention to the road and grabbed the wheel tightly.
"Relax," she laughed. "It's not that bad. Calm yourself down. I'm not going to hurt you. I'll tell you what I'm going to do so you won't be shocked and run up into a ditch. I'm going to suck you off while you drive. All you have to do is keep your eyes on the road and make sure you don't kill us and I'll take care of the rest. Got it? Okay, I'm going to put my hand on your prick now. Don't get all fidgety and jumpy."
She touched her hand to his thigh, then rested it in his lap. "Not so bad, is it?" she asked.
He drove on with a death grip on the wheel.
"Now," she said, "I'm going to unzip your fly and pull your pants down so I can get at that pretty little cock of yours."
Her hand was already on his fly, pulling the zipper down. She unsnapped the catch and opened his jeans.
"Sit up so I can pull your pants down over your ass," she told him.
He raised himself up, swerved and had to sit again to gain control of the car. A truck zoomed past in the other lane with its air horn screaming. Miss Manley laughed. "Come on, let's get your pants off while we're still alive."
Erich raised himself up again and she tugged at his pants and underwear together, causing them both to drop down to his ankles. Erich felt ridiculous sitting behind the wheel of the speeding car with his cock standing up stiffly and his pants hanging around his ankles. Miss Manley reached out to the dash and threw a switch that sent a blast of air shooting into his crotch. He jumped at the sensation and she laughed again. "Just getting us a little fresh air," she assured him.
She closed the vent again and ran her .fingers over the goose bumps on his thighs. She touched his bare pubis and marveled again at its stark beauty. She took it in her hand and only the head stuck out above the grip of her hand. She brought her head down and kissed the purple cap. Erich was crushing the wheel in his grip and struggling to maintain their position in the road.
She moved her hand down the shaft and took the length of his shaft into her mouth. She massaged his little balls while she sucked his cock. He fidgeted in the seat, breathing heavily. He wished he had never volunteered for this task. She began moving her mouth up and down the length of his shaft. He began rocking in his seat and the car swerved along with him. The car streaked down the road in a swerving snake dance.
Miss Manley held the snake firmly in her mouth. She blew on it as she descended to the base, and then sucked as she slid back up again. She fondled his balls gently until his whole body shook. Erich saw cars coming toward him, sometimes in his own lane, and he would realize he had drifted over and swerve back to the sound of a blaring car horn. He gripped the wheel in terror praying that Miss Manley would finish her work quickly. Instead, she took his cock out of her mouth and stopped to rest. She listened to Erich's heavy breathing and looked up at the terrified look on his face.
"Please hurry," he pleaded.
"Aren't you having fun?" she asked teasingly.
"Miss Manley, please," Erich began.
"Anything for you, Erich," she said and took his cock back into her mouth in one gulp. He was jolted and swerved again. The sound of a horn flew by again. Miss Manley held his ass with both hands and opened her mouth wide to take in his balls along with his cock. She sucked lightly and then traveled up to the tip again, tickling it with the tip of her tongue. She rotated her head as it came down on him and sucked as it came up. He drove himself into her mouth and she grabbed his balls, squeezing them gently as if she were milking him. His come shot into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. He struggled in her grip, trying to bounce in the seat, but she held him fast, her hands around his ass and her face buried in his crotch. Finally, his hands relaxed on the wheel, the muscles in his legs loosened and the car began to slow down. He realized he had been going very fast. He glanced at the speedometer and noticed it was dropping from ninety. He must have been going over a hundred, he thought with a shudder. Miss Manley stayed with her head in his lap, sucking on his cock as it grew limp again. She turned over and lay in the seat with her head in his lap.
"You're a wonderful driver," she said.
"Thanks," he said, looking down at her. Taking his eyes from the road a minute, he swerved and the car ran into the soft gravel of the shoulder, past the shoulder, over some short bushs, and came to rest two feet from the woods.
Victor and Sue had tumbled from the back seat and climbed up from the floor board.
"What happened?" Victor asked, scratching his head.
Miss Manley collected herself, looked out at the tree trunks a few feet away, gave a sigh of relief and said, "I think I better drive the rest of the way."
Erich was trembling like a leaf and opened the door to get out. He forgot his pants were still dangling around his ankles and he fell flat on his face. He scrambled up again and pulled his pants back up. Everyone got out of the car to regroup their senses and then to stretch. When they felt calm again, they all piled back into the car and started off again.
They drove on for about another two hours, Miss Manley constantly reassuring them that they were almost there, until finally they went over a rise and began descending down into a flat valley of groves and fields. "This is it," Miss Manley said.
They drove on through the groves for another twenty minutes before they came upon a group of wooden houses with great wide porches. They noticed the grand splendor of it, and then saw the horses running free and then the children. There were dozens of children, of all ages, and they were either scantily clad or nude entirely. Miss Manley drove slowly up the long driveway as the others looked on with wide eyes at this apparent paradise.
She parked the car in front of a large white house.