Nearly every square inch of the fourteen acres was utilized for something.The front half of the property sloped away from the crest of the hill near t...e road. It sloped down to a small creek which ran across the property at almost precisely the center. On the uphill side of the creek there was a culvert which came through the wall.The creek meandered for four hundred feet across the property, and ended at the low pond. The pond was approximately three quarters of an acre. The dam was wide and. “How many?” I asked, so thoroughly intrigued and deciding to ask the questions when she was vulnerable and willing. One could see it as quite surprising how quickly she caved in and ‘told the goss’, but that was the kind of girl Elly had always been.“I don’t know...”“A lot?” She nodded her head ‘yes’.“Did you like them?”“I don’t know.” That meant ‘yes’.“And did you see the one with you in it?”My heart yearned for this answer or reaction. I had self-recorded myself jerking off to pictures –. ”“I agree,” Wassermann said. “Yet there is a deep truth in the plays.”“That’s what Freud says, isn’t it?”“Yes. Did you read his sex-studies? Did he see the Schnitzler or did Arthur read Freud?”It was too empty for me. I soon excused myself and returned home. I began reading Wassermann’s stories about sisters, but it was too depressing. I didn’t need realism. Perhaps there was something lighter.*“Sir?”“Yes, Josef?”“There is a telephone call for you.”“And?”“It is Frau Anderson.”“Ah.”“She says she. She asked if we were in the middle of anything and I was about to tell her that I was about to get her husbands cock inside of me. Instead I told her that we were just talking and as I was on the phone, Jim had grabbed both of us some more wine. Denise asked if I could come out into the hall for a minute. I told her I would be right out. I thought something was wrong. I hung up and grabbed the terry cloth robes and told Jim that I think something is wrong with Denise because she wanted me.