Audrey got all huffy that someone would talk back to her, and said she wouldn't stoop so low. Then Jennlynn said in a voice that I thought could have ...rozen the river, "Then let me correct you. You're talking to one now." This gal was a hooker?" one of the customers asked."Well, I didn't believe it, either," Louise shook her head. "I thought they were going to be drawing knives on each other any second. Audrey said she didn't believe it, she thought Jennlynn was like she said, a Ph.D., a design. She still had glasses, but they were stylishly nerdy, like Lisa Loeb, and she was dressed like a post-grunge chick in an untucked flannel shirt, denim skirt, and Mary Jane’s. She was less than six feet away from me. I had the covers pulled up. My pants and underwear were on the floor between us. I was frozen with a pair of panties in my hand wrapped around my hard dick, which was still pitching a tent in the sheets.I kept my eyes almost closed and hoped she wouldn’t glance my way. I was. ’ ‘That makes sense,’ I concurred. ‘Yes. So what does someone often do when they’re turned on?’ he asked. A rhetorical question…? ‘Have orgasms, among other things?’ I suggested. I sensed where this might be going. Apparently correctly. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘So say you’re a submissive female and you get turned on by, say, a guy telling you what to do. ‘Maybe the guy tells you to get into a certain position and stay there. Maybe he fucks you. Maybe that makes you come. Maybe he tells you how to. " The beach?" We'll go for a walk on the beach and I'll tell you a story," I answered as I stood up from the table."Am I going to like the story?" she asked. Probably not I thought.Twenty minutes later we were holding hands and walking barefoot along the beach. I started to talk. About my brother and I. About our lives. About Caitlyn..."You were still a virgin at eighteen?" There was both a touch of disbelief and surprise in her voice. I welcomed being sidetracked. For the next twenty minutes I.