I just dream of meeting her and we end up having sex." Do you go all the way with her?" he was asked by his crush while her hands massaged his muscula... chest."S...sometimes. Mostly it is me who gives her pleasure and sometimes she's the one who gives me pleasure." "That's it?! You don't screw her brains out or blindfold her or tie her up or tease her nipples?" Tears stained the blindfold."I wouldn't ever dream of screwing her brains out or any of those things. I love her. Well, maybe tease her. The chicken noodle soup was good ... but eight hours later Riley was throwing up uncontrollably with what would later be diagnosed as a bad case of salmonella poisoning ... from wiping her mouth with a contaminated hand.It started when she bolted from bed, and barely made it to the bathroom, where she sat and vomited noisily into the toilet. Bob sat up in bed."You okay?" he called. "Morning sickness?" No," she gasped. "This is different." She puked again, in that way that made it clear her. ”Deb paused to take a breath and order her thoughts. I didn’t interrupt.“We have tried to have relationships with other men and women over the years. It usually ended in confusion and tears. Em and I are inseparable. Most people don’t understand our relationship. With you we have found someone who treats us with respect and almost as one entity. The Nymphs as you call us. We like that, it seems to work. We also like your sense of adventure and your dry sense of humour.”Deb stopped. I didn’t have anything I needed to get done at work but I wanted to get back and relieve the pressure of my aching loins. I needed a release and I couldn’t wait to give myself a hand job as I thought about Ashley.We chatted a little. I found out she didn’t have a boyfriend and she wasn’t seeing anyone. She told me how she wants to concentrate on her school work so she doesn’t want a boyfriend. She then told me something that shot all kinds of thoughts through my brain. “I only need a man.