(Author's Note: I would like to thank several of my fans for suggesting some of the scenes in this story. And to Allan, who provided the inspiration for it.)
Some people may find it quite strange that Jenny followed her lover from the relatively placid town of Finchley to the frenetic environment of New York City, but she did just that.
She had barely deliberated the issue, which was out of keeping with her innate tendency to analyze everything to the utmost degree, before she began making plans for her departure. Odd too was the fact that her own mother supported her decision to join Edmund in New York, while her aunt Alice and other family members and friends did their best to discourage her from making such a bold move. But in the end her heart won out and she said goodbye to her home to be with the man she loved. And now, a year later, the erstwhile Finchley Flasher and she were living together in a fashionable apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, both of them gainfully employed and enjoying their new life together.
The only stipulation that Jenny required from Edmund was that he would seek psychiatric help for his aberrant social behavior, which was exemplified by his constant desire to exhibit his private parts in public. This he agreed to wholeheartedly. And for the past year he had seemed to have recovered from his need to exhibit himself naked in front of strangers. Whether he would continue to refrain from such wanton exhibitionism or revert back to his old "flasher" ways remained to be seen. But Jenny was hopeful that the issue had been resolved.
Despite the worldwide popularity of Edmund's former alter ego, Edmund himself had continued to remain relatively unrecognized by the general populace in the States. Because the Finchley police never got a photo of his face the way it actually appeared, he had no fear of being recognized, and could walk the streets with impunity. If Ariel and her Interpol cronies had recent and accurate pictures of him they did not divulge this information to their counterparts in the US. Jenny assumed that this was true because it was her belief that Ariel had no desire to pursue the matter once he was safely out of England and out of her hair. The other fact was that it was she, Jennifer Scotland, the beloved niece of Alice Pennington, leader of the Ladies Social Tea, who was now Edmund's lover, and Ariel had to submit to her aunt's dictate to leave Edmund and her in peace. And knowing how protective her aunt was of her, she had hoped this was true.
But Edmund's flasher legacy was not to be denied—at least not by his American counterparts. While he may have been cured of his compulsion toward exhibitionism, those radical elements that had admired his anarchic behavior now took up the cause to uphold his former deviant ways, and this new breed of sexual molesters were springing up all over Manhattan in increasing numbers. No doubt some acted separately, but there had come recent news of a more menacing threat that took the form of an underworld organization called the "Flash and Splash" brotherhood that were composed mainly of extremists who, in addition to the standard flasher fare of genital exposition, added physical molestation and rape to their arsenal of sociopathic disorders in order to achieve sexual gratification.
Both Edmund and Jenny had read reports about the enigmatic group of deviants, most of who had been successful—unlike their British brethren—in eluding capture by the police. The few men who were caught and taken into custody were usually let go within a few days after incarceration, and after paying a stiff fine. Only one man, who had actually raped a nineteen-year-old girl, received a five-year prison sentence. But none of the men ever divulged any information about the group or its members, even under the threat of harsher punishments.
Jenny was glad that Edmund had received psychiatric help for his condition prior to these new and unwelcome developments. In her mind there was always the possibility that her boyfriend might be induced to return to his old ways if given sufficient motivation—that motivation being supplied by the army of admirers who sought desperately to emulate him. She felt it wise to err on the side of caution and tried her utmost to keep him blissfully unaware of the activities of this band of sexual marauders. Doing so was not always easy, as Edmund was fond of reading the newspapers. But her love for him was such that he dared not do anything to jeopardize it, and thus it proved sufficient to keep him from straying too far from the normalcy both she and he had fought so desperately to achieve.
To celebrate their one-year anniversary since expatriating to the States, Edmund and Jenny had decided to have dinner at their favourite Italian restaurant, Osteria del Circo, on West 55th Street. The warm, cozy atmosphere was staffed by a friendly bunch of people, and one pretty and buxom Italian girl named Gina, in particular, always looked forward to chatting it up with Edmund whenever he and Jenny made an appearance.
As the two lovers sat awaiting their dinner one cold Saturday evening in late February, Jenny asked him if he was happy with his life in New York, and if he missed Finchley and the exhibitionistic antics he once enjoyed.
"To tell you the truth, Jenny," he began, reaching for an unopened bottle of Chianti, "I don't miss the old town at all."
"Not even a little?" she asked somewhat surprised.
"Not a bit," he assured her. "That life exemplified the old Edmund Kent—the pervert, the shameful exhibitionist, the...the deviant, if you will. No, I don't ever want to go back to that way of life again. And it has nothing whatsoever to do with Ariel."
"I'm glad, Edmund. She did make things terribly difficult for you, I know."
"Difficult indeed!" he replied, as he poured the wine first into her glass and then his own. "But now I feel as if I've been given a new lease on life. I have you, my work, and our future together to look forward to. And it's going to be a good one, Jenny. I promise."
As they raised their glasses in a toast to their mutual convictions, Jenny felt a sense of reassurance in his words.
She drank the wine slowly, savoring its earthy bouquet. Suddenly, a warm glow permeated her entire body and she reached out and took Edmund's hand. From out of the corner of her eye she noticed their pretty waitress hoping back and forth between tables with an almost acrobatic grace, never once missing the opportunity to rest her eyes on Edmund. She was discreet about it, or so she thought.
"Gina is staring at you again," she informed him.
"I know," he said, nonchalantly observing the girl. "I give her exactly two minutes before she comes over and strikes up a conversation with me."
"She's nothing if not predictable," Jenny noted with amusement. "But after all, Edmund, you are a very handsome man—almost too handsome. All the women look at you."
"Pardon me, miss. But you have your fair share of male admires too, I must say."
His eyes shifted to a far corner of the room, where two young boys, barely out of their teens, were stealing glances at her with obvious fascination.
"Does that bother you?" Jenny asked him. "That they look at me like that?"
"As long as your heart belongs to me, my darling Jenny, I have nothing to fear from wandering eyes."
As Edmund had predicted, Gina appeared on cue, her huge tits almost inviting him to reach out and grab them as she positioned herself next to him.
