She was reluctant, so we got a book and a video. But that never panned out. She was quietly against it. I persisted in tempting her desires and used t...chniques from the book to peak her interest.After a while I decided to try it myself just to see if I got the same results she kept insisting on. It was exciting at first and my ass was tender. It stung but that soon faded and I noticed, like the book explained, it didn't feel half bad. I kept experimenting until I could easily put two fingers in. And I'm sitting there quietly, arms wrapped around myself, holding in the hurt, and taking everything she says until she's out of breath. I sneak a glance at her and she's shaking, staring at me with such hurt in her eyes."I'm sorry." The words slide out, whispered. And her anger's gone and all that's left is concern."Please Sam, let me help you. Let me be your friend."I almost laugh again. If she knew that that word, 'friend', hurt me more than the ass-kicking ever could... but she can't know.. ” Now I smiled.She stood up and walked toward the bathroom. “When you’ve had your shower,” I said, “meet us downstairs. Dress nicely for us. But remember you won’t be wearing those clothes home. We’re buying you a new outfit. It’ll be so much fun.”She continued to the bathroom and closed the door. I decided that couldn’t continue. I went back to terry’s room and found him getting dressed.“Terry,” I said, “here are your jobs for now. First get tools and take the doors off your bedroom, Julie’s. And then, along came Brett.“Why San Francisco?”“I want to wear flowers in my hair,” she answered, laughing self-consciously, imagining how it must sound.“Like the song. I can dig it.”“Where you headed?”“I have family in Seattle. Thought I might crash there for a while. That was before I met you.”That night, they’d camped out under the stars smoking hashish from a pipe and then making slow, sensual love beneath the full moon. It seemed to last for hours, and she became lost in the hazy surreal.