May I speak?" Go ahead."It was a few days after Catherine's and Matt's encounter. Catherine was again racked with guilt. She had tried to be sincere a...d helpful with the boy, but for a thirty-one year old wife to take the virginity of a mere fifteen year old whom she had just met..."What's wrong with me? I know I'm a whore, I seem to have proven that time and again, but WHY am I so depraved? I had a happy childhood. I wasn't abused or mistreated. I know of no psychological traumas..." Maybe you. So I did; I sat right beside him, trying not to show how nervous I was. The bottle was spun and it landed on a girl to the right of me. I exhaled for I was holding my breath. It was spun again and it landed on this guy on the other side of the circle. They got up and went into the closet they cleaned out for the game. He leaned over to me and whispered, “I hope I get stuck with you in the closet.” My heart started racing again but why me? Moments go by and the two kids sit back down. The bottle. On that day, my mother had worn a pencil skirt with a seam split mid-thigh on one side, enough to allow her freedom of movement but not too risque for a work environment. The way she was sitting, however, caused it to fall open, revealing an expanse of silky thigh I was all too familiar with. I set to with gusto, stopping to stand a few times to refill my mother's wine glass. By the end of the massage, she was wearing the lopsided smile of a happy drunk. Although it was not part of the plan, it. A man that would do this has my trust.’ My explanation was accepted. They wished Gino and me good fortune. They also hinted that we should not extend our stay unless they approved. Around 6:00 pm the phone in our room rang. It was a hard voice. ‘I have been informed that you will be visiting us in California. Please supply me the address you will be visiting while here. I will have someone check on the residents for you.’ While it was worded as a request, I knew better. ‘Also I would like to.