I know Sophie never trusted me againeven to the day she died which was twenty plus yearslater. We didn’t make love till a few months after theaf...air. We had gone to a party and when we came homeSophie let me make love to her. It was never the same. We had sex but it wasn’t loveanymore. Sophie never gave so freely of herself again.Every once in awhile I’d feel her give in some butnever the happy go lucky fun loving that we onceshared. It was my fault. There was nothing I could. "I’m going over to your husband to get him worked up like I did with Scott.” Mrs. Fredrick smiled in approval.I swam over to Mr. Fredrick coming up between his legs. I came up and whispered in his ear, “Your wife showed me how to shave my pussy. Want a feel?” I ran my hand over his swim trunks.He pulled me over to the edge of the pool, “Taylor, Scott is right over there with his mother.”“Don’t worry, he’s already seen it. You’re gonna love it,” I said swimming away from him.I continued flirting. Something told me they were naughty pictures so I kept my own renditions of them hidden away. Over the period of about a week, I had gotten the image of the female form pretty obvious, breasts, nipples, hips, pubic triangle between the legs. I drew them here and there, whenever I was in the mood and alone. So I'm on another visit to my sister's and my mom drops me off for a week or so. Things at my grandparents/sister's are as usual except that I'm honing my new found art work one day. I'm. Then, there was Hector, Sam and I to round out to nine of us to take down what we could figure was eight men: a pilot, a truck driver, and five others that loaded and unloaded the drugs, and one guy who refueled the plane while everyone else helped with the unloading, except for the pilot. The pilot would usually stay in the plane, but sometimes he came out to walk around to work the kinks out from being cooped up for so long.With the pilot getting out, it made me think that he had a long.