Sharon s Nude Weekend Friday Night
Sharon stood out the front of the large sandstone Rose Bay home and slowly unfolded the piece of paper in her hand. She checked the number against those written on the oil stained page that had been torn hastily from a notepad and handed to her three weeks earlier. With a wave over her shoulder the taxi driver pulled away, leaving her alone to begin the second stage of her burgeoning sexual development. The Sydney sunset reflected off the stain glass windows and although expecting to hear music...