The nine year old girl was basking in the garden lawn of her house.However, Charlotte was lying on a mat, soaking up the sun, apparently unbothered by the other things
Basking in the sun was particularly warming and comfortable, especially in winter, making her stretch out lazily.
A lady in her fifties, accompanied by a teenage boy, stood at the entrance of a grand Mansion opposite of her house.
The woman was regal and graceful, walking in black little heels and wearing an expensive white fur coat, with jewelry encrusted with diamonds adorning her ears, neck, and wrists, sparkling brilliantly in the sunlight.
The nine-year-old Charlotte had no interest in such things, but her eyes lit up when she saw the boy at the woman's side, twinkling with
mischievous light.
In time, Charlotte thought to herself, being lecherous was indeed an instinct. Neither men nor women could escape it.
