"So how many guys do you think you've had sex with?"I rolled my eyes. "That honestly doesn't matter." But just guess."Are you fucking kidding me? "L...ke, a couple of hundred." You've fucked a couple hundred guys?" Evidently I was in Clerks now."They've fucked me," was all I said.We sat there in silence for a little while. I glanced at the clock.10:12 PM. I was just about to ask if we could get going when I heardhim whisper, "I want to watch you." What?" I asked."I want to watch you," he. ..the Volvo...while I was transferring about a million Volvo parts from one backseat to another. All those Volvo parts were still in the original Swedish boxes.New water pumps; six, distributors; eight, points, three dozen spark plugs, plug wires, side draft carburetors, four sets of pistons; four different sizes, connecting rods, bearings, crankshafts, camshafts, clutch repair kits, master cylinders; brake and clutch, valves; intake and exhaust, gasket sets, freeze plugs. You name it...if. Now one of ours go down. And another. Another of theirs. I point my binoculars to the courtyard, and I see Cypress dashing for the gates. He mantles up the walls and jumps down, landing on the street outside and rabbiting away towards the men. ‘CEASE FIRE!!’ Phoebe roars through the megaphone. ‘CEASE FIRE!!’ Oh, fuck no. I leap from the perch and fly into the stairwell. By the time I hit ground floor I haven’t heard any more shots, and my legs are burning. But I make my way up to Michelle. That was until my wonderful, wonderful friend Lorraine came round with a gift – and what a gift! A magic wand which unlocked my sexual yearnings and within the hour on that morning I had had multiple orgasms, squirting orgasms and full on messy sex with Lorraine. Yes my life as a bisexual adventurer had started and so far it’s been a journey of joy and wonderful pleasure.The last few weeks have boosted my confidence. Gone are my fears about being seen with little on. Now I strut my stuff among.