“But it doesn’t hurt to have evidence to back up your story!”Chad laughed and said, “Let’s feed you some breakfast, as I seem to recall miss...ng dinner last night.”“I could definitely eat,” Reina agreed.A thirty minutes later, they were talking and joking around after inhaling some amazing omelets and fresh orange slices.“Look at us having breakfast like an old married couple,” Reina joked.Chad looked up and blurted out, “Would you like to be that?”He suddenly wished he had a better filter.“Be. "In the soundproofed practice room, Angela was a torrent of information:That her mother is a real ball-breaker who learned to hate males as aresult of her grandfather's lecherous eyes and fingers, her father'searly abandonment of the family, her two old brothers who fled homeafter years of regularly forcing themselves onto and into her in everysexual way conceivable (her pregnancy scare at twelve precipitatedtheir flight), and three failed marriages, broken each time by aphilandering,. I have been on a mission the last three months, trying to find someone that I liked, someone who would introduce me to moresomes, help me explore BDSM and my submission, someone kinky,fun,trustworthy and real. I want a relationship, consistency, a partner...I've been corresponding and chatting with several men but I've only met a handful and none of those were men who were interested in helping me explore, they were more interested in sex with 1kinkygirl, my screen name. Expecting the usual, I. She was a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them, usually. She was beginning to think this little trip to Bolivia was going on the list of dumb things she’d done. She was planning to kill her superiors when she got back to the states. This little jaunt into South America wasn’t something she needed to spice up her life, although looking at Jack’s taught thighs and toned hips moving under that green and brown cloth was almost worth the plane going down and sending her into this rain.