I always wondered exactly what she did to please another guy when i wasnt there, and sometimes i had to masturbate while thinking about it. So I told ...er "OK I guess I'm ready."So theres a knock at the door and I start getting nervous at what is about to happen. Brad comes in and sees us. "So I hope im not interupting anything." Trish reassurez him that "No, they don't mind if we do our stuff." So they get on the sofa. The lights are low but I can see what is happening. Trish starts kissing him. I had long talks with Shari during that weekend and she told me about her therapy sessions. ‘Dr. Quinzelle’s been telling me I need to look at what happened and make up my own mind about it. Put it in the proper perspective and learn from the experience. But it’s hard. I’m not like you Sara, you’re strong, confident and smart,’ Shari said looking at me with sad eyes. If she only knew… ‘When I was with him, I couldn’t think straight. He just swept me along. He could talk you into believing. Studied my girl for a week, her routine same, walked home to her empty apartment, always the same short cuts, her mom a crack ho, in the bar at noon, the kid on her own, a sad sack, she appeared to have no friends, vulnerable. It was beginning of October, weather changing, she always wore a pink, hooded sweatshirt, loose, couldn’t gage her upper body, her face sexy, hair red, frizzy, a clown girly, lots of freckles, mmm. She had a perfect girl butt, her jeans showing it to distraction, long. Thank you for the suggestions.”He looked at my face and didn’t say anything. He just kept looking. Finally he said: ‘You are so lovely, so very beautiful. You really don’t need much make up at all. How do you like the way you look with just eye make up and on?”I told him I did like it and again I thanked him. He waved his hand like ‘no problem’. Then I asked him how did he know all about these woman things. He smiled and said: “I have had a great many women in my life Vastie and I just seem to.