She knew what she was doing. “I’m just going to cool off, won’t be a minute.” She turned away and walked towards the shower in-front of me. He... swimsuit was tight around her ass, showing half of her cheeks. I moaned a little inside, wishing I could be free, at least if only to adjust my bulging hardening cock from my trunks. The lifeguard turned on one of the showers and put her head under. The water cascaded down her swimsuit, giving it a new shiny look, the water pouring over the shapes of. . the flood of information went on and on. One thing struckme more strongly than the rest, and that was that she was addicted tocigarettes. I knew that it had been a while since she'd had one, notjust because I now knew so much about her, but because I could feel herbody's need for one.I put the cup of water down and went to the bedroom. It was a niceroom, not extraordinarily girly, but definitely different than anythingI was used to in my life as a bachelor. I looked in the. Then I asked Kristen if she’d like to dance a little more. We shuffled out onto the dance floor and proceeded to make out like a couple of teens.We danced, talked and made out with our respective dates a little while longer. When the band took a break a little after one, Brett asked if we were ready to go and we all agreed so he called his driver and asked for him to pick us up.We got in the back of his stretch hummer, the same as we had on the way there, Michelle and Brett on one seat; and. One, I'd bedded Pam Lee. That took care of the fainting. Second, I'd seen the videotape my mother had made of her three unwitting friends. Suddenly, all the teasing that Laura Stone had endured from Pam that day became clear: the reference to keeping her ass in line, the snide little comment about liking to be whipped.And I also remembered another clip from that show, too, one I'd replayed countless times on my computer: Laura laughing as she answered Pam's question about her love life: "Yeah,.