This was also going to break a particularly long dry spell for me. The previous year, I went out with a girl who was also in our friends circle named ...anielle. Things were good for a while, but she ended up leaving me after 8 months or so for some jock she had sworn was just a friend. I was devastated. She said she hadn't been happy for a while, and that it was partly because I couldn't satisfy her sexually. She said I had a small dick, but I knew she was just being a bitch. Besides, she didn't. We must have looked good because cars were giving us a wide berth.On the way across the Howard Franklin Bridge to St. Pete, Sharon said, “That was some shower this morning. The girls didn’t seem upset we did that.”I told her, “You noticed how they treated you, didn’t you?”“Oh yeah. God they made me come another twenty times before they were done with me. Frieda said, ‘Welcome to your first loving. We’ll have to include you in all our games now.’ I liked all the attention, but I’m still not. A single tear had escaped my eye and he kissed it. Shhhh, he whispered. All is ok little one. His soft fingers and gentle voice soon brought me back to a comfortable area. The pain almost gone. I took a breath, nodding for him to continue.He sighed into my hair, thankful for the speed of my recovery. He didn't know how much longer he would last restraining himself like this. He slowly pushed the last two inches in, stopping for several moments before pulling almost all the way out, then sliding. The first nine holes were pretty uneventful, other than some playful bantering. Ashley and Cliff both played well, usually hitting par. Ashley had three birdies, Cliff had one, giving Ashley a two-stroke lead, making her even more confident of the certainty of her win. I was in charge of recording their scores and pouring the scotch. As the game and scotch progressed, Cliff and Ashley grew more comfortable with each other, even secretly admiring each other’s golf games. It was obvious that.