Erselbst, so zeigt der Film, habe nur ein Buch veroeffentlicht. Danach ist er'untergetaucht' und eigentlich nie wieder in die Oeffentlichkeit getreten...Diesen W. Forrester hat S. kennen- und moegengelernt.S. sagte mal zu W. F.: "Die Leute lieben Ihr Buch!" Daraufhin W. F.: "Ichhabe es aber nicht fuer die Leute geschrieben ..."Auch ich schreibe diesen zweiten Teil meiner 'Bernhard'-Geschichte nichtfuer andere Leute. Ich schreibe ihn, weil mir danach ist -- nicht, weil ichnach Lob oder Kritiken. .. wasn't going to involve himself with Pamela Whittier any more, he couldn't forget her that easily. With a curse he let his breath out and let Pamela in. He could never forget the very first time. Her tawny, shoulder-length hair and large, high breasts. There had always been a kind of sexy invitation in the way she walked... either coming at you or going away. Pamela was an exotic hybrid of a woman.The party where they met had been going strong, but Pamela insisted on a change of scene. It. It is a feeling I'll never forget. She must have been coaching Liz.As I looked up, Ellen was standing next to me with a tray that contained three drinks. I caressed Liz on the side of her face and she looked up. Looking at me, I nodded and she pulled off of my dick and smiled up at Ellen.Ellen then handed me my glass and then offered one to Liz. Liz took a sip then went right back to sucking me off. The combination of the ice tea and her mouth around my dick almost caused me to cum on the spot.. My stomach tried to crawl up my esophagus while cold spears of lightning shot down my back. Reaching down I grabbed my knees and tried to pull them into my chest. Was this woman mad? Did she have any idea what she was asking?Through suddenly dry lips I croaked. "No, No. Mustn't tell. The bad people will take me away. Please don't make me tell. She'll hurt me again. Please don't make me!"The last few words were a barely controlled wail. My mind was starting to drift back to one particular day.