It had been weeks now since they'd even slept in the same room let alone the same bed. Rachel had recently stopped doing laundry at their house even t...ough with rent, bills, keeping herself in booze and weed and her car payment she could barely afford to eat because every time she was at the house she was either being used as a sounding board for various complaints about whichever one wasn't home ( she and her step father were actually quite close even though her mother had married him when she. If only instead of tearing this meat apart, I could shred the flimsy fabric with my teeth to reach her puckered bud, to taste juices surely warmer and far tastier than Orange Tropicana. From across the room, she smiled at me. I swallowed, turned away, my eyes watering from the sight of her shapely hips swaying to the light Blues music Café Cascade, Taj, Goa was playing today. As she neared with her plateful of sausage and pancakes, I turned back - cool as a cucumber, my. She said, "How did you like the Ice Princess?"Greg had no idea what she was talking about. All he could say was, "What?" Megan. The Ice Princess. That's what everybody calls her. She frosts the balls off any guy who comes near her. What do you think?"Greg shrugged, a gesture lost on his audience. He said, "I don't know. I didn't find her cold. She's interesting and intelligent. Why?" Oh," Amy said. "Well, I guess maybe you warmed her a bit. You guys sure talked a lot. Anyway, thanks so much for. He is an older man, in his late 50's...we chatted online and even had a little cyber sex. He told me he was a member of a local club for gay and bisexual men who get together once a month for dinner and group sex. You have to be a member, but he told me I could go as his guest, we didn't even have to show up together...he said if I were interesed in coming to this party he'd put my name on a guest list. I was a bit concerned at first, the reason I have never gone to a bathhouse is because.