One week and I said, ‘fuck this.’ I wanted to beat something. Tennis is too slow. I chose racquetball. In three years I was a national champion. B...t I can’t tell you how many hours I spent on that court. A lot more than you do now,” she said.“Wow! I had no idea. You seem so ... together.”“I’m better. But sex, painting, and racquetball aren’t enough to combat boredom, stress, and loneliness. We have to see what we can do about that. First, you say the classes are boring. Well, that might be out. The girls showed no mercy and got her up on her knees, so they could prepare her for the fun.Linda handcuffed her hands behind her back, then with Christina’s help got her turned over on her back. They slipped a pair of rubber panties up her legs and just before they had them all the way up, they stopped.Tracy laid there in a daze. Christina went to the table and picked up two jars, and a roll of duct tape. When she returned, she opened one jar and handed the other to Linda. Then, she poured. She is away from home in a residential college where she knows no-one, so he offers to look after her, realising it's his chance to get back at Paul after all the years of feeling to be Paul’s inferior.At the time I was a shy, slim, blue-eyed, pretty (so I was told, and I’m not going to argue) brunette with a few curves.At the time, I had had one boyfriend before Paul so was not a virgin but was sexually naive. Paul was inexperienced himself and I only found out about the competitiveness. The fifteen year-old ran out the door, letting the screen door slam, and raced down the road without looking anywhere but straight ahead. She had also left the front door ajar. As soon as Elizabeth was out of sight, Avril rushed inside. Luckily Joe was in the bathroom, so Avril dashed upstairs and none of her family were the wiser.In a little over two hours the house was her own again. The kids were off to school and Joe on his way to the office. He had given his dear wife an unusually long hug.