Karin wasfirm with her washing but not so much that it ever hurt, not at all likeit did when mom washed my hair maybe because I fought her so much, it...wasmore like a scalp massage. My biggest complaint at the time was howflowery stinky the shampoo was.So while Judy tortured my finger tips and Karin played with my hair I wasfinally able to do a reassessment of my situation. Here I was only a dayand a half into what promised to be a summer of lavender and lace if Iwasn't careful, and I'm just. "Nice isn't she," the same guy said to me, he was sitting by her head, he had undone her blouse and pulled up her bra. His hands were full with her naked tits. "If you want to fuck her, you'll have to wait your turn," he chuckled, "when matey finished it's my go." Right," I croaked, my voice betraying my emotions."Oh yes, yes," moaned the guy between her legs, he stopped moving then pulled out and zipped up."Fucking tight she is mate," he said half to us and half to himself.He moved out of the. He’d been through more girlfriends in the last few years than everyone I knew combined. He just likes having options I guess.“Can you see where the road is?” Michelle asked in between songs. It was dark out, and my 4Runner’s lights were having a bitch of a time cutting through the snow. It had been picking up more and more as the night went on.“Uh, sorta,” I said. No, was the truth. I’d been guessing for the last half hour where the road was based on the guide rails on the right, but those were. I was back where I was the first night I slept with Constance. I was the guy attending a platonic sleepover ... and that guy never got laid.Coward that I am, I caved in immediately and kissed her tears away, saying, "Of course I will respect your wishes. You are completely in control of your body. Not me, and you don't need to ask for permission to be in control. The other thing is, YOU NEVER have to ask for permission to control your own body. Any man who makes you do something like that is no.