I’d talked my Dad into letting me rent an apartment instead of living in dorms. The thought of becoming one of those ‘sorority’ types turned me ...old, and I was quite happy being independent in my own apartment. Evan was a regular visitor, of course, and you’d think we were a married couple some of the time. I especially liked it when I got home Friday after classes to find dinner in the oven, and wine chilling in the fridge. Evan could cook, probably as well as I could, so meals were good, and. However, Charlotte wasn’t actually lonely. In fact, her position as the last of her flatmates to stay in actual residence was not at all a lonely one. Her relationship with Josephine was building towards an intimacy and passion that outstripped anything she’d had with Emma. However much she pretended that her love for Emma was unassailable, the evidence of her heart as she greeted Josephine when she came back from work was that Emma had become pretty much the secondary passion. It was difficult. "That was quite a good score you put up this afternoon Graham", one of the friends said as he flipped through a 'shooter's magazine'. "I think we all did well Barry" came the reply. "We were up against the best in the state and to win was a real feather in the cap of this club. Now another beer?" he concluded. Just general chatter followed till the one man who had not voiced his opinion totally changed the subject. "I picked up the mail after the shoot", he said "I also picked up this brochure. “Good, follow me.” She then took me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. Out of nowhere she produced a tape and stuck it in the VCR in her bedroom. “What if Dad walks in us?” I asked. “Don’t worry, your dad is staying in a motel tonight.” She pressed play on the VCR and a picture of two people fucking came on the screen. “We are going to do everything that they do on the tape,” she told me. On the tape a hot young girl was giving a guy a blowjob and so my mom kneeled on the bed and.