In Tahiti, the suntan lotion company hired us a driver, who doubled as ananti-papparazzi shield. He was, in a word, HUGE. He was able to keep abouthal... of them away. We were, at this time, used to it. It's a shame hecouldn't have been with us at the start of this thing. He would havereally kept the press away.When we got back to our hotel suite each night, I relieved Morgan's stressby giving her a blow job, and then my stress by fucking her ass. If therewere recording devices in the hotel, they. But was completely and utterly disturbing was what was on the floor. Itwasn't there before, he was more than sure of it. But it was there now."Holy SHIT!" Chris blurted out in a slight panic "I'm the Japanese OJ"On the floor was a motionless half naked girl. Her skin was chalk whitepale with long raven black hair down to her back which had a large battattoo similar to what was on his wrist. She wore nothing but a spikedcollar around her neck and what looked like a leather chastity belt. Shewas. I was sitting on my mothers bed when she came in. She closedthe door behind her and with a very concerned look on her faceshe said that we had to talk. She asked me again why I waswearing a jock strap, I told her I had a problem and that Ineeded to wear it. She explained that it wasn't good to do thatbecause a boy's testicles were made to hang away from the bodyin order to work properly and that I could possibly hurt myselfby wearing the jock strap all the time. At that point she satdown. For about a minute we just sat there and it felt like an hour. My stomach started to knot up and I felt warm. I kept waiting for her to talk to me, but what if Mrs. Collins was waiting for me to say something? Maybe she knew I fucked Jules. She must have. Why else would she bring me to her daughter's bedroom? I remembered a story I'd read in school about this guy who's heart started beating so hard the police could hear it, and they knew he killed this other guy and ... My heart was pounding.