.I mean, Helen,’ he replied. She smiled at him and ran her hand over his cheek: ‘It takes some getting used to doesn’t it?’ ‘Oh, I guess,’...he said. ‘You mentioned the history and it’s all still there.’And shaking his head, he added: ‘You used to teach me Sunday school.’ ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘Those were, I guess, good days, although the days weren’t often that good with the Rev, you see.’ ‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ he said. ‘But you’re maybe not surprised,’ she went on. ‘Not terribly,’ was his. There was a slight awkwardness between us, as I had shared a tent with my friend, which was pitched next to her parents, and as we lay there, we heard them having sex and her mother having a loud orgasm.It did not take long for him to realize he had had an audience, during his lovemaking, but at the same time he must have wondered at our thoughts, as we heard the pleasure he was giving her.Of course in our ignorance, we would equate orgasms to the size a man had to put inside you, so I guessed. Whywould you want to do that?" I can't get it off. The nightie or the diapers," I said. "Look, there'sa lock."I turned around and bent my knees so that Emma could see the collar ofthe dress. She ran her hands over the clasp and quickly undid it."What lock?" she said as she examined it."What lock?" I asked her back."Yeah, what lock?" Dave asked too."There's a snap and a bit of a clasp but that's all. There's no lock! Youweren't trapped in that nightie. You could have taken it off any time.What. This was not an unusual ending to one of these stories… well it wasn’t until the author made another short forum post.“I managed to grab the bike and hide it,” the post read. “I can’t get caught with it. Maybe one of you can carry on with it… be more careful than I did. I’m not too worried about the cops. I’m more worried about the others.”“I dumped the bike behind an abandoned dealership in Carlisle, NC,” the post continued, “Good luck. This will be my last post.”The dramatic ending was.