Chapter 1

The day was sunny and warm. A stunningly beautiful girl in her late teens walked along a path alongside grassy fields and through cool woods. She wore slip-on sneakers, a pair of tight, black mini-shorts that came nowhere near her navel in front and fell short of covering the cleft of her buttocks in back. She also wore a short dark vest that was heavy with embroidery and held closed with a single cord and button closure. She wore nothing else and carried nothing, preferring freedom to being a pack-mule loaded with the usual clutter of things other girls seemed unable to leave home without. Most remarkably, she didn’t carry a phone. This area was her home turf and her sanctuary and she could imagine neither a situation where she would need to summon assistance nor one where she would welcome an intrusion.

At first, the vest rubbing against her bare nipples was a pleasant sensation, but as time passed they began to feel a little raw, so she slipped the cord and let the vest fall open to expose a pair of breasts that were full, round and rode remarkably high on her chest for being so large. The warmth of the sun on them, combined with the light touch of the breeze, felt heavenly. For a moment, she thought of taking off both the vest and her shorts and proceeding in the nude, as she often did when walking for pleasure. She refrained, because today she had a purpose, a mission, even though it was still only a vague idea in her mind. Her destination was real, however. She was going to visit some people who had just bought a house on a bluff overlooking the ocean. Too expensive for locals, the oceanview sites held houses that were either vacation homes or whose inhabitants were either retirees well-off enough to afford them, or were successful professionals who only rarely needed to travel.

This particular house, she’d learned, belonged to a family of four, a man, presumably one of the professionals; his wife, about which she had learned nothing; and their two children, one of whom was a girl of about her age, and who possessed, according to reliable sources, ‘a real fine set of jugs’. Learning whether they were as fine as her own, was the main reason for her journey. What to do about it if they were, or if they were in some way superior, she had yet to work out.

The path she followed intersected the winding drive from the main road to the house. She turned to follow it and, when she came around the last curve, she could see the house. Built in an old style, it had a large porch across the front, with chairs, tables, and a bench swing hanging on a pair of chains. Sitting in one of the chairs, with her feet propped on the porch railing, was the girl she’d come to see. As she approached closer, the girl saw her and waved.

“Hey there!”

“Hey yourself. I’m Kathy.”

As soon as she introduced herself, Kathy remembered that her vest was still open. For a second she thought about closing it, but rejected the idea as being too late. Arriving with her breasts on display was probably her best opening anyway. It did seem to be working, as the new girl’s gaze dropped to her chest after a glance at her face.

“I’m Linda. You walk all the way up here like that?”

“Sure. Why not? I needed a walk and my boobs needed some air.”

“You’re sure not modest. They’re nice, by the way.”

Kathy’s shoulders went back fractionally. A conditioned reflex to a frequent compliment. She used the moment to give Linda a quick once-over.

The new girl was stunning. She had striking blue eyes set in a heart-shaped face framed by gorgeous red hair of a deep shade that set off her creamy white skin. Her perfect skin continued over the rise of her breasts, surrounded more than enclosed by a ruffled halter top that displayed them wonderfully.

“Thanks!” Kathy replied. “I’d return the compliment, but it’s hard to judge yours with them in that halter.”

“Uh, I dunno. My folks are out back and my little brother is upstairs playing a game.”

“Chicken!” Kathy knew the taunt was childish, but the way Linda described her brother made her think it might work.

“All right,” Linda said, pulling her top open enough for her breasts to spill out. “How about now?”

“Take it all the way off. Toss it over there.”

“Fine! There! Now what do you think of them?”

Kathy was stunned. Linda’s breasts weren’t as round or as high as her own, but they were undeniably larger, and had been in no way supported by her halter. The most attractive part of them was a pair of rosy pink confections passing for her nipples. Kathy’s own nipples were little nubs in the center of fields of brown. Linda’s were puffy domes with no apparent difference between nipple and surrounding areola. Kathy fought down a surge of jealousy and managed to be civil.

“They’re everything Dave told me they were,” Kathy admitted. “Full and big. He didn’t say anything about your nipples. Probably because he couldn’t see them.”

“Who’s Dave?”

“The guy at the gas station your folks stopped at going through town. You remember him. You practically climbed out of the window to show him your chest.”

“Oh, him.” Linda seemed embarrassed that her impulsive behavior had caught up to her.

“He said you were in the back seat and you hung your boobs out the window while he was pumping gas. You told him you were surprized that there were places left that pumped gas for you. You could have pulled your top open to give him a better look, but you didn’t. I think you like showing them off, but you’re scared.”

“Am not!”

Kathy wanted to drop her estimate of Linda’s age by two years for that reply, but Linda’s body effectively argued against it.

“Then why do you keep looking around?”

“My brother...”

“If he’s like most little brothers, he’s seen your tits more times than you know. And before you say, ‘my folks’, I saw them heading down the path toward the beach when I was coming up the road. They will take some time going down there and more coming back. So what are you scared of?”

“Well ... of you.”

“Me?”

“I heard about you.”

Kathy hadn’t expected Linda to know anything about her. She was the local and Linda was the newbie and she had expected to have better information. Something dramatic was needed for her to regain the upper hand. Another glance at Linda’s nipples and Kathy knew just what that had to be.

“Then you heard that I don’t like competition,” Kathy said with a cruel smile. “And these...” With that she reached out and seized Linda’s nipples between her thumbs and forefinger, holding on just hard enough to maintain control, but not enough to cause serious pain. That would come later.

“Hey! Leggo!” Linda tried to squirm away, but Kathy just tightened her grip while she finished her sentence.

“ ... are competition. What’s the matter? Afraid to fight back? I’ve got hold of your nipples. Go ahead. Grab mine.”

“OK.” Linda hesitated, then duplicated Kathy’s hold. “Now what?”

“Now we see who gives in first,” Kathy told her, then sharply rotated both her hands outward.

“OW! That hurts!”

“Hurt me back!” Kathy had expected Linda to yield immediately, which would have allowed her to pidgeonhole the new girl as emotionally immature. When she didn’t, Kathy was forced to think of her differently.

“Ungh!” Kathy groaned, trying not to wince. “You’re learning. But these feel pretty soft and tender to me. You’re going to lose.”

“OW! OW! OW! OK, I give! I give!”

Both girls let go at the same time. Kathy resisted the urge to massage the pain out of her nipples, while Linda surrendered to the impulse.

“Told you. Look, they’re all red now. You better toughen them up if you want to win that game.”

“How do I do that?” Linda’s question had a shade of petulance, but seemed genuine, so Kathy answered in the same spirit.

“Like I do mine. When I play with them, I twist them and pull on them to make them tougher. It helps when you’re with a guy who wants to play rougher than you’re used to. I also do it to make them stand out more when I want to draw attention to my tits.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want to play a game.”

“What kind of game?”

“A big game. With big stakes. But that’s for later. But you’re not ready for that yet. For now, let’s start small. Take off those shorts.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I won the first game, so you have to do as I say. Off! Oh my! Little-girl panties! With bunnies! You’ve got a long way to go. Don’t let me catch you wearing those again. Get something sexy, or don’t wear any. Now take them off!”

“OK, OK! Now what?”

“Now I strip down too ... and we go for a little walk.”

“But someone might see me!”

“Someone might see your beautiful young body and your big tits with those rosy nipples? Lucky them!”

“But what if we run into someone?”

“You mean a guy. Then watch carefully to see which of us he looks at more. That’s how we decide who wins that game. Now march!”

The two of them were barely off the porch when Linda began to try to cover herself with her hands.

“Kathy? Where are you taking me?”

“Just for a little stroll. Don’t worry about it. And stop hunching. You look like you’re looking for a hole to hide in. Stand up straight! Pull your shoulders back! Feel the breeze on your skin? Feel the sun on your body? Doesn’t it feel wonderful?”

“Yes, I guess it does.”

“I feel connected to nature when I’m outdoors with nothing between me and everything else. No barriers. No hiding in clothes. It’s true bliss!”

“I feel like something might jump out of the bushes and eat me.”

“Not likely. There used to be cougars around here, but nobody has seen one for a long time. Too many people building houses along this part of the coast, I guess. The only thing that might eat you is another human.”

“You mean cannibals?”

“No, silly. Not that kind of ‘eat’.”

“Oh.”

“You’re blushing! Wow! All the way from your cheeks down your neck to the tops of your boobs. That’s so cute!”

“Stop making fun of me!”

“Linda, you need to take people calling you cute, adorable, sweet, and stuff like a compliment. Nobody is going to think you’re a child. Not with that body. Now let’s take a shortcut through here.”

“Through that field? But we’ll be in the open!”

“Exactly! Now come on.”

“Kathy? Why did Sara Lennox warn me about you?”

“What did she say?”

“She said you were dangerous.”

“Guilty. I’m uninhibited and unconventional. That spells d-a-n-g-e-r to some folks. Anything else?”

“That you’re ... competitive. I’m not competing with you, am I?”

“Yeah. You are. You just don’t know it yet. Don’t worry about that. Try to enjoy this nice walk.”

“Hey! There’s a road down there!”

“So?”

“What if someone comes along? There’s no place to hide!”

“Smile and wave.”

“But what will they think?”

“Why do you care? Look, if it’s some out-of-towner, they’ll think we wandered off from some Nudist Colony. There is one up the coast. None around here though, but they won’t know that. If it’s someone local, they won’t think anything of seeing me naked. A guy will stop, especially since you’re here. They’ll want to meet you.”

“A strange guy? I’ll die of embarrassment!”

“You’ll stand up straight and let him get a good look at you while I introduce you. Oh, and it’s OK to blush. Men find that appealing. Now come on, we need to get across this ditch. Come on ... jump!”

Kathy leaped across the roadside ditch and landed running. Linda tried to emulate her, but nearly fell short. One foot slipping on a patch of grass clippings almost made her fall backwards, but she threw out her arms and managed to land in a crouch.

“Augh! I almost didn’t make it.”

“Don’t fall in. No telling what’s down there.”

“You mean like snakes and stuff?”

“More like broken beer bottles. We got a bunch of litterbugs around here. The people who rent for vacation seem to think those of us who live here are supposed to pick-up after them.”

“I’m not sure I can jump back. This side is lower. Oh my God! Here comes a car! What do we do?”

“Like I said, smile and wave.”

“They’re slowing down!”

An enormous brown four-door car looking like something out of an old black and white movie rolled up. The hood seemed to go on forever before it stopped next to them. Behind the wheel was an older man wearing wire-frame glasses and a tweed cap.

Kathy turned to Linda and whispered, “Calm down. I know this guy. It’s Mr. Garfield. He’s cool.”

“Well, hello there Kathy! What brings you out to this neck of the woods?”

“Just visiting a friend, Mr. Garfield.”

“And a pretty little thing she is too! What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Uh, Linda, sir.”

“Hello Linda. Why don’t you come a bit closer. My eyesight ain’t what is used to be. Bend down here so I can get a look at you. Gotcha!”

“Hey! Leggo my breast! Kathy!”

Kathy laughed, “Don’t look at me. You fell for it. He caught you fair and square. Let him enjoy his little game.”

“Nice tits you got here, Linda. Real heft to them. Not as firm as yours, Kathy.”

“Thanks, Mr. Garfield. Look, we were out taking a walk and got stuck on the road here. Do you think you could give us a ride up the road a little ways?”

“Sure thing. Hop right in. Linda, why don’t you sit up here with me?”

“Uh, no thanks. I’ll sit in the back, if it’s all the same to you.”

“Heh heh! Not gonna catch you twice, hunh? OK, Kathy can ride up front. She won’t mind paying the fare.”

“‘Paying the fare’?”

As the two girls walked around the car, Kathy explained, “He wants me to blow him.”

“Are you?”

“No, but it gives him a thrill to think I might. I’ll let him put his hand between my legs, but that’s all.”

“That’s enough!”

“Linda, if you’re nice to people, they will usually be nice to you. Now get in.”

“That sounds strange coming from you. You being so dangerous and all.”

“I’m only dangerous to certain people in certain situations, and when I’m in the mood. I’m feeling mellow right now.”

The trip back to Linda’s house looked like it would take longer than Linda expected, mainly because Mr. Garfield was either the most cautious driver in the world, or was trying to prolong the trip as much as possible. As he drove along, she learned which was true.

“OK, you can let us out here,” Linda told him. Being brought home naked in a car with a strange man would be much worse than coming home naked with a strange girl, she reasoned.

“I see the house up ahead. You girls sure you don’t want me to go all the way?”

“Hah!” Kathy laughed at what she knew was a play on words. “Thanks, Mr. Garfield. But this is good. We appreciate the ride!”

“Yeah, thanks!” Linda added.

Garfield carefully backed his way down the drive to a point where he could turn around and then just as carefully vanished around a curve, leaving the two girls to walk from there. The closer to the house they got, the more nervous Linda became.

“I hope our clothes are still where we left them! Kathy, I don’t believe you let that old man touch you like that!”

“It’s a game we play. You know I like games. He tries to get me to blow him, and I make him settle for petting my pussy.”

“You didn’t have to act like you enjoyed it so much!”

“But I did enjoy it. Mr. Garfield knows what he’s doing. He didn’t get to be his age and not have learned anything about female anatomy. He knows where everything is and what to do to it. You should let him put his hand between your legs when you get a chance. In seconds, he’ll have you climbing the walls and begging him not to stop.”

“So all that moaning and squirming you were doing up there in the front seat? That was for real? Even when he had you practically levitating off the seat trying to hump his hand?”

“I’m not that good an actress. Uh uh! Our clothes are gone.”

“No! Shit! Excuse my language! But what happened to my clothes?”

“Looking for these?”

A muscular young man taller than either girl stood in the doorway holding their clothes inconsiderately wadded-up in his left hand. While his hair was more auburn than red and not as curly, he was quite clearly Linda’s ‘little’ brother.

“Ronnie! Give those back!”

“Not til you tell me why you’ve been running around nekkid. Hello! Who’s this?”

Ronnie couldn’t have been surprized to see two naked girls, since he had their clothes. Kathy’s assumption about him having seen his sister bare-assed more often than she knew was borne out by the fact that he chose to gawk at her rather than Linda. Kathy found herself posing for him before she could help herself. With shoulders back, hand on hip, and one heel raised, she pivoted back and forth just enough to make her breasts sway.

“She’s a friend of mine. Now give!”

Ronnie easily avoided Linda’s attempt to snatch the wad of clothing away from him. Kathy realized that for this to end well from her point of view, she’d have to do something to turn the tables.

“Must be a close friend, if the two of you were out there in the woods without your clothes.”

“Linda, I thought you said he was your ‘little’ brother?”

“He’s a year younger than me.”

“Hey! Not anymore! I’m eighteen now!”

“Since last week!”

“He doesn’t look it. He looks like a man. Are you a man, Ronnie?”

“Yeah! What about it?” From Linda, Kathy thought that childish, petulant tone was cute. From Ronnie, it just sounded immature.

“You’ve got the height of a man. You’ve got the weight of a man. Are you a man where it counts, Ronnie?”

“Uh, sure!”

“Prove it.”

“Hunh?”

“Whip it out. Show me how manly you are. Go ahead, drop those shorts and show me what kind of stud you are. I promise not to bite ... hard.”

“In front of my sister?”

“Your naked sister. Come on, Ronnie. I know you have to have played ‘show me yours, I’ll show you mine’. Do it.”

“OK. OK! There! Happy now?”

“Oh I’m overjoyed! That’s a nice set you’ve got there. I know you won’t mind if I handle the goods.”

“Well, no. I ... HURK!”

“Gotcha! Linda, hand me that rope on the peg there. I’m going to hang your brother by his balls to teach him some manners.”

“OW! Leggo! Leggo my nuts! What the hell are you laughing at, Sis?”

“Ha! You better behave, little brother. She’s dangerous! Kathy, don’t hurt him too bad. He can be nice when he wants to be.”

“So can I. So we can all be nice together. Right, Ronnie?”

“Yeah! Yeah, whatever! Just stop squeezing!”

“Truce?”

“Yeah, truce.”

“OK then. But they really are nice. This thing is nice too. That better?”

“Hooo! You’re sure not shy, are you?”

“I’m hearing that a lot today. Why don’t we all sit over there on the porch swing while I see how big I can make this thing. No, Ronnie, you sit in the middle and put both your arms behind us. I want to give your sister some tips on how to give a hand-job. The first thing is to start slow. Don’t rush into anything. Take your time and try not to rush things. This is especially true for big cocks, which can take quite a while to get going, but can be very rewarding for the girl who is patient. Second is the liberal use of spit. Friction is your friend, but too much can be painful and ruin a perfectly good erection. Go ahead, Linda, spit on it.”

“Hunh?”

“I see you practically drooling, so I know you have a mouthful. Spit! Very good. Work the spit up and over the head, making sure to cover this area here on the underside. This is his most sensitive spot, much like your clit, so treat it accordingly. Got it?”

“Yep.”

“Don’t neglect it, but don’t focus on it either. You can get an amazing effect by avoiding it and then lightly brushing it with your thumb on the downstroke. Why don’t you go ahead and try that. Wrap your right hand around the shaft above mine, then stroke up. Go on, it won’t bite. It might spit though. Don’t squeeze, just tug gently and use your thumb. There! See how he raised his hips to try to get more of his cock into our hands? That’s what you want - positive response. If he just sits there and waits for you to finish him, you’re doing it wrong.”

“Wow! His cock is so hard! And I can feel the veins standing up against my hand.”

“Yes, and notice how shiny the head is? And how it has changed color? This is where you want to focus on the shaft and avoid the head unless you feel those veins go down. If you keep this up, you can keep him hard for a long time. And the longer his cock stays hard, the longer it will stay hard. You’re basically training his cock to stay hard for you. If you’re good at it, you can keep him going until he begs you to let him cum. When you do, watch out! It’s usually a geyser. But you’re going to have to practice this later. I just heard someone come in the back door.”

“My folks!”

“OK, Ronnie, grab your shorts and head for those bushes and don’t come out until you’ve take care of that boner. Linda, hand me my stuff and then get into your shorts and halter. No, forget about the panties! Stuff them in your pocket or someplace. Quick!”

Linda tried to be quick, but yanked her shorts up too fast and jammed the zipper, leaving a small tuft of pubic hair peeking out.

“Oh shit, I can’t get my zipper up!”

“Just lock it in place and fold the fly back. There, that looks better on you anyway. Now sit and take a deep breath.”

“OK. OK.”

Seconds of tugging and adjusting and deep breathing ended suddenly when a man in his early forties stepped onto the porch. His clothes were dusted in sand and his knees had some of it ground into them. Both girls stood. Kathy tried to be casual about checking to make sure her vest was closed.

“Hi Daddy! Have a nice time on the beach?”

“Wonderful, honey! Your Mom went upstairs to grab a shower. That sand gets in everywhere. So, who’s this?”

“This is my friend, Kathy.”

“Well, hello, Kathy. I’m, ah, happy to see Linda is making friends so quickly. Her mother and I were worried that she would have a hard time adjusting to a new environment.”

“Please to meet you, sir. Don’t worry about Linda. I’ll introduce her around and teach her what she needs to know about living here.”

“Good! Good! So, do you live nearby?”

“Back toward town a ways. I walk a lot. I guess I’m a real nature girl. Up in the woods and down on the beach, as far as it goes. If I go too far, I can always catch a ride with someone. Everybody around here knows me.”

“It’s great that Linda has found someone like you. I hope you’ll be able to visit often.”

“Oh, you’ll be seeing a lot of me. In fact, Linda and I were just talking about going to the beach tomorrow afternoon to work on our tans.”

“Yes, I see you put in a lot of time on yours. It’s very ... extensive.”

“Thank you! Well, it’s time for me to be going. See you tomorrow, Linda. Right after lunch?”

“Sure. I’ll walk you down the driveway. Back in a minute, Daddy.”

They reached the point where Garfield had stopped his Buick Roadmaster to let them out before Linda felt safe in speaking.

“Holy crap! We almost got caught!”

“Yes. That was exciting.”

“Exciting? Kathy, you’re more dangerous than I thought!”

“But fun? Right? You did things today you never thought you would.”

“I suppose.”

“I was serious about that tan thing. You are way too pasty to spend time running around outdoors, and that’s pretty much all there is to do around here.”

“OK, see you around noon. Where the heck is Ronnie?”

“Yes, he should have worked out his problem by now. Unless he’s waiting for you to finish him off.”

“I do not believe you got me to do that! I gave my own brother a hand-job!”

“For which he will be eternally grateful and will do anything you ask in case you decide to finish what you started. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Yeah, now I literally have him in the palm of my hand.”

The next day, Kathy arrived suitably dressed in a blue string bikini that was the most modest suit she owned, in that it was an opaque combination of four triangles that covered everything likely to be found objectionable by a reasonable parent. Kathy wasn’t fond of it, mainly for the last reason. She thought the bottoms were too big and looked like a diaper. It still left quite a lot of skin on view, which Ronnie gratefully admired when he answered the door.

“Oh, hi Kathy!”

“Hey, Ronnie.”

“Sis is upstairs trying on suits. Come on, I’ll show you her room.”

“Thanks. Is your father home? I see his car out here.”

“Yeah, he turned the front room into an office. He’s an engineer and does a lot of his work from home. What do you want him for?”

“Just to say hi.”

“Well, OK. This way. Dad! Kathy’s here!”

“Bring her in! Hello, Kathy. You and Linda still going down to the beach?”

Kathy took in the room with one sweeping look. It was in the front of the house, facing the ocean, so it had a large window to show off the magnificent ocean view, now blocked by blinds closed against the bright daylight. Originally meant to be a small parlor, it had been turned into a working office. There was a bookshelf under the window with two rows of the thickest binders Kathy had ever seen, a large table with a stack of blueprints on it, and two serious-looking computers. One whole wall was covered with plaques and framed certificates, all attesting that Paul Gerard Drake was a member of this, honored by that, or held a degree in the other. Drake himself was seated in a swivel-chair at his desk. He wore a white polo shirt over khaki slacks. She smiled grimly. Given that he was prestigious enough to have his office here and not in some cubical farm in a big firm, Mr. Drake was obviously intelligent and not likely to be easily manipulated.

“Yes sir.” Kathy tried to appear polite and deferential, bordering on meek. Figuring that was her best approach until she got to know Paul Gerard Drake better.

“Nice day for it. Say, that’s a nice suit you’re wearing.”

Kathy thought the correct translation of that comment was ‘I’m surprised you’re covered’. She wasn’t sure if it meant he was happy to see her that way, or disappointed. She decided to press the matter and see how he reacted.

“Thank you. I’ll be taking it off when we get to the beach.”

“Yes, I remember you like to get an all-over tan. Good thing that beach is private. The ocean just scooped-out semicircular sections up and down the coast her, leaving rocky cliffs in between. If you stay back next to the bottom of the cliff, no one can see you.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Oh, right. You would, being a local. Look, I’ll make sure you two aren’t disturbed.”

“Hey! Don’t look at me, Dad!”

The voice behind her startled her. With all her attention on Mr. Drake, Kathy had forgotten that Ronnie was still standing in the hall.

“Ronnie, would you run tell you sister that Kathy is here. And stay up there until I call you. I’d like to have a little chat with Kathy. Alone.”

“OK. I know when I’m not wanted.”

During the short and awkward silence while Ronnie bounded up the stairs, Kathy started to wipe-off her suddenly-perspiring palms by running them down her hips. She stopped when she realized that there wasn’t enough material there to do any good, and that she had only managed to loosen the string-ties on her bikini-bottoms. Rather than call attention to this potential problem, she put her hands behind her and held one in the other.

“So ... Kathy. What have you done to my children?”

“I don’t know what you mean?” When in doubt, deny! Kathy hoped he didn’t know any of what had been going on. If so, this conversation could get awkward.

“I mean last night was the first time I can remember the two of them not sniping at each other or getting into a fight over something trivial. And this morning when she came down to breakfast, Ronnie even kissed her on the cheek. I almost needed to have the Heimlich Maneuver! This has to be your doing. You are the only new variable in the equation. Mind you, I’m not complaining. I’d just like to know what magic you used to achieve this effect.”

The relief Kathy felt at this announcement was offset by the realization that the tie on her right hip had indeed been worked loose and any sudden movement on her part could result in her bottoms falling free. A situation that, at any other time, she might have contrived, but wouldn’t do at all at the moment.

“Well sir, I don’t have any siblings or close cousins. When they started in on each other yesterday, I guess I thought they were being terribly ungrateful about having something I didn’t and I let them know in rather strong language. I must have gotten through.”

Kathy thought she might have been able to come up with a better story if she hadn’t desperately been trying to hold her bikini in place via mental telepathy.

“Kathy, I know that’s bullshit. But I suspect that if you don’t want to tell me, I probably don’t want to know. You see, I called around and asked about you. It seems you have something of a reputation for being ... unconventional, to put it mildly. Some people flat-out don’t like you, but I get the impression that those are not very likable people themselves. The most common word used to describe you was...”