My name is... Irma”“So, Irma... tell us, you don’t feel okay today. What happened?”“Is just I had a fight with my boyfriend and I broke up w...th him”“Poor little... What he did?”“He cheated me with any girl that crossed his way...”“Oh...’‘I know I shouldn’t share that with you, anyway I don’t know you at all”“Is not a problem... we are all friends here, or sort of’For my surprise, me and the guys got pretty much along, even if we just met. They shared their troubles with women and people and I. Essentially having made up her mind to indulge in extramarital sex, she then had to figure out where this would be accomplished if and when a suitable partner could be identified and connected with. She couldn’t bring them home and going to their place if she didn’t know them well was a bit scary. Motels were just too costly unless the guy sprang for but that would be prohibitively expensive long-term, the kind of relationship she wanted.Out in the backyard was an older drivable RV on a truck. Patricia was wearing a sheer blouse and her lacy bra was visible. Icaught myself staring at her bra rather than its contents. She noticedand smiled and said, "Chris are you looking at my tits?" I averted myeyes to look into her eyes. I was short for a guy and Patricia wastaller than me. I felt my face get hot as I blushed. Patricia continuesto tease me and said, "Or is it my bra you were looking at?"I blushed even more. I stammered, "S... sorry it's your t... tits I waslooking at."Patricia. Both Jen and Maria dropped out of the junior college they were attending but Maria transferred to another one located nearer to the beach house. Jen decided not to transfer and instead started working with Kim in her real estate office insuring that, as I had requested, at least one other of us was with Kim at all times. I didn't know it at the time but Jen secretly started packing the snub-nosed .38 inside her purse.With both Maria and Vicky needing to be driven to and from their respective.