That could mean other problems, too.“Does that mean that you aren’t going to spin them around until they vomit in the living room anymore?”“Th...t was once, and it was only Johnny. ‘They’ didn’t throw up. He did. Do you really want me to stop dealing with the boys in the living room?” Well, no, not the way he said it.“I never wanted you to stop dealing with the boys. I want you to deal with them less violently.” What was wrong with reading them a book? What was wrong with a little quiet. Having just found their cabin they hadn’t wasted time before seeking refreshment after the long drive down. Yet before they reached the bar there was a friendly greeting, “ Now there’s a lady I’m pleased to see!” said a smart looking middle-aged man who was with two other chaps at the bar. It was Ed Lewis with his pals Nigel Finch and Malcolm Dowel. They were all advertising executives and as such spent most of their time living the easy life as they toiled for inspiration dreaming up TV. I could hardly reason or hold to thethought as I was burning from both pain and sexual desire mixing andblending with euphoric sinsations evertime my ass throbbed. And thenwould come the strongest erge to hit and bite her and to scream and cryall at the same time. It was such a twisted blur of emotions that I hadto try hard to understand this was Lisa's everday mindset at it's best.But somehow I sat on my burnning ass with my pussy flowing while my asscontinued to remin me that Sue was making. “That’s not necessarily a sin, my child.”I felt myself build. It was so ... titillating. I imagined him being able to see me. Like a peep show.“I have had relations.”He must have noticed a change in my voice as well as what I was saying, ‘cause he just said, “Oh ... Uh, go on.”I was really getting excited now. There were noises. Moist sounds. And my legs scrapped the wood walls.“Are you ok?” he asked.I had a bit of a hard time answering, “I’ve had carnal knowledge ... Of men.”He flustered a bit.