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Ann leaned her hand against the car in the parking lot, waiting for Neil to finish putting the stroller in the back. They had just finished their lunch, and she was having a quick daydream of what they'd done so far that morning after leaving the house. In addition to eating, they'd taken Owen to a local park. And in both places, she had gotten back to her exhibitionist ways. She'd flashed for Neil and their camera at the park, and then again inside the Wendy's just a few yards from where she was standing.
While the first had been incredible, she found the latter experience intoxicating; the déjà vu of repeating what she'd done just over five years before flooding her brain. That first time, in Nevada on their magical cross-country trip, solidified her love of exhibitionism; something she'd packed away in the recesses of her mind now that she was a mother. Neil was using their day out together as a way to draw that part of her sexual personality out into the open again. Quite literally.
And that fueled her courage. Yes, it was a bit strange to be taking such chances with her son in the stroller next to them. But it was all just innocent fun. It didn't hurt that Owen had fallen asleep early on in the restaurant, napping through most of their lunch.
Knowing she could act like Anna instead of Ann, she let her husband direct her. She even felt comfortable enough to flash her pussy for him like she had in the first time in the Nevada Wendy's. They tried to remember all the poses she'd done that day, cognizant that there were more people eating at this particular restaurant. And that it was in the town where they lived, not some desolate location they were just passing through. They viewed it as a challenge, wanting to get as many pictures as they could just like the originals.
She obliged him, going even further, stripping completely for him once the atrium cleared of other diners for a brief moment. She wasn't naked that long, but she never would have imagined when she woke up that morning that she'd be shedding her clothes in the dining area of a fast foot joint. And while she didn't walk out of the place topless like she had in Nevada, she couldn't get over that he made her remove her top again in the parking lot.
"You amaze me," she said as she slipped it back on while he backed out of the parking space.
"I think I should be the one saying that. I can't believe you stripped all your clothes off inside."
"It was only a matter of time before you made me do it anyway. I was just succumbing to the inevitable to save time."
"I don't think I would have asked you to take your skirt off, babe. That was a bit much, even for me."
"Well it would have been nice to know that ahead of time before I set a precedent," she laughed. "And if it's all the same to you, I'm going to go ahead and pretend you were going to make me."
"That's fine by me."
"I do wish I would have been wearing heels though. That would have been so much hotter."
"I don't think you know just how hot it was, Anna. But you will."
"I will? When?"
"When we get the pictures back."
She let out a happy sigh, thinking of how wonderful it would be to actually get that special package in the mail again. It was incredible when Rose returned pictures of Owen that she had developed, but it had been too long since she'd practiced her love of exhibitionism in front of a camera. She was already anticipating the fun of packing up the film to ship off to San Francisco.
That would have to wait for a while, since Owen oddly woke up when she put him in his car seat. She knew he was tired, having not slept that well the night before. She figured he'd be down for a couple of hours. But he was babbling happily in the back seat, which meant he'd be looking for some attention once they got home.
Instead of heading home though, Neil drove east down a different road out of town, much to her surprise. That in spite of him actually alluding to their day not being over before they got into the car.
"Where are we going now?"
"Hiking," he smiled.
"Really? Where?"
"I'm thinking Maryland. There's a nice mountain trail I've heard about."
"We're going up a mountain?"
"Well, think of it as a really big hill, but I suppose it's kind of a high. I thought it would be nice to see the leaves overlooking the river. It should be beautiful. Are you up for it?"
"How will we get Owen up there?"
"From what I understand, there's a pretty nice path. We should be fine. If not, we'll find something else to do," he grinned.
Ann was excited about the idea of it, if not the practicality. Autumn was such an incredible time of year where they lived, the leaves turning colors making the area so beautiful. Going hiking to see all the amazing scenery was appealing, but she worried about how their son would handle it.
Neil parked the car a little over a half-hour later, and he got out the regular stroller again, thinking they might need more than the smaller version they'd used before. Ann got Owen out of his car seat, holding him while Neil got the stroller ready.
"Am I putting him in?" she asked.
"For now," he nodded. "We'll let him out in a bit, once we get where we're going."
She put him in, buckling the little belt, making sure to give him his container of cheerios to keep him settled. Once they were ready, Neil headed to their left, Ann following beside him, camera in hand.
"This place is amazing," she finally said after taking several pictures of the old structures that lined the storied streets. "Where in the world are we?"
"We're still in West Virginia."
"I was referring to the town we're in."
"Harper's Ferry," he said, pointing to a big silver historical marker.
Glancing around, she noticed many more of them. She'd seen them before, along streets and in parks in their own town, and throughout the Shenandoah valley, signifying that something of significance had occurred sometime in the past. "What happened here? There are signs everywhere."
"You know, I know it's all Civil War stuff. I remember something about ammunition and a guy named John Brown, I think. To be honest, I remember just enough from my history classes to be dangerous. If you want to know more than that, you should ask my Mom. She became a bit of a Civil War buff when we lived out here in the valley when I was growing up."
In truth, Neil knew much more about it than he let on. His mother called herself 'novice expert', if there was such a thing. Yes, it was an oxymoron, but it seemed to fit. She loved history, and she became infatuated with the Civil war. She read books, and visited battlefields. She even had a habit of pulling to the side of the road to read the historical markers that dotted the landscape of the area, which often drove him nuts.
