“Um, in the linen closet by the washing machine,” I called. “Thanks,” she hollered back, “let me make the bed up, then I’ll join you in th... living room, kay?” “Oh-kay,” I grinned. I went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, picked up a fresh pack of cigarettes and headed for the living room. Linda swooped back into the bedroom and finally came rolling into the living room. It was way early, somewhere around two in the morning and I had an old movie on the tube by the time Linda rolled. Some things had to come - clothes, fishing tackle, a few favorite books, martial arts and fencing gear, the files pertaining to the ongoing Starweb game, laptop and printer. Lots of stuff, especially books could be left behind. Living in a dorm simplified things because it was unnecessary to pack kitchen stuff or furniture. The fishing tackle got top-loaded because he expected to fish one or two spots along the way, maybe Rock Creek or on the Clark Fork west of Missoula.The next morning dawned. Also, I noticed Brad. He was a little taller than me and smaller, but muscular, very nice looking and friendly. I thought that maybe we could get it on later if things turned out right.The boat ride lasted about an hour. We played around, drank and had fun, then headed in. When we got back to the house, Janine produced a drug called ecstasy. This, in my opinion, gives a better high than cocaine, without the ups and downs, and makes you feel even better. After taking the pill, in about one hour. I sent her a little "Hi , how you doing?" message to her inbox and surprisingly, she responded.After a little chit chat, I asked her what she was after and she bluntly responded with "I'm looking for big dicks. Have you got one for me?". Holy shit. So in response, I sent her a dick-pic with caption "what do you think?". She replied "Not bad -I've seen bigger black dicks, but not many ,yours is good". I guess that's not the worst response to a dick pic I suppose, ha ha .After a little more talk,.