One of the people who sent a message hadn't read the first two stories, but she wrote me the sweetest note when she read the one I wrote for Malinov's...castaway island party. Among other things, she gave me a lecture:"You need to ditch this inferiority thing," she wrote, "because you are High Octane and don't need to apologize to anybody. As for your lack of massive cleavage, I for one want to say that when I've thought about women in any erotic way (and only in fantasy even then -- the. . bleah. You can totally do better than him.”Hailey shrugged. “We’re going out again next weekend. He’s a really nice guy.”“Hailey, are you kidding me? He looks like a school shooter!! I guarantee you that one day he’s going to come in here with shotguns!!”“No he won’t! That’s an awful thing to say!!” Hailey snapped.As her friends stared at her, Hailey felt her anger grow. She was tired of guys who only wanted one thing, and she was upset that she had to justify Chris to her friends. . "Tiffany's gonna take good care of you," Clyda purred as she rubbed her hot excited body into Rayleena from below. Tiffany's eyes grew wide as she stroked Rayleena's long fat prick, and then found her balls below. "So damned big," Tiffany sighed. "Your balls would give Dee Dee's a run for her money." Rayleena trembled on the bed, her head bobbing and her muscles in her abdomen rippling with excitement. "You gonna jerk her off?" Clyda gasped. "Yeah," Tiffany purred as she ogled Clyda's. Her love of order in all things led her to write an agreement.We more or less agreed to not cause each other any grief. Paying rent entitled her to skip all or part of the daily excursions. They had changed from simple hikes to bike rides. While she was at Walmart she bought a beach cruiser bike for under a hundred bucks. Since she considered it another weeks rent, she agreed to making me the new owner. She also understood that it had to be stored in her bedroom.I was surprised that on day two.