Friends set me up with friends and blind dates, I even tried online and dating services before I stooped down to trolling bars. Nothing worked. Beside... not trusting people anymore, I also feared STDs and cons, so I was reluctant to pick up a stranger, even if just for casual fun - and I don't mean sex.Though it had been seven years since I last had sex, I didn't crave it anymore. Hmmm, since we recycle all our body cells over seven years, was I a born-again virgin? The urge mellowed after a. ”She hesitated for a while, trying to get it all straight. Despite the week she spent with us, this was still going to be very personal and exposing for her. But, I knew she was taking the steps and was still just as committed on following this through. She described the events that followed her arrival back home to the estate:The first couple of days were tense for her. They were interested and tried to pull information out of her, as she said, but she remained guarded. She wanted to show. I considered walking across the street for a burger or having a pizza delivered. At 1:15 a black Camaro pulled up out front. The driver’s door opened and two heels exited and planted themselves on the pavement. Then a mane of raven curls began to exit and rise. “What’s Karen doing here?” I thought. She was wearing a brown and white rabbit fur coat, short and tight navy skirt, tan heels and coffee colored pantyhose. Once she began walking she quickly got her rhythm. She would probably be mad at. The cabin is a good hour and a half away from the city, so I was out there about 8am, and sure enough there was smoke trickling out of the cabin's chimney. Damn Bill had good eyes, because the smoke had been barely there, and he must have spotted it about 5am, in the dark. There were no cars, but there were tire tracks, so someone had been there, and maybe someone still was. Not interested in getting shot, I honked my horn, and shouted to the house, "Hey, anyone home?"The curtain moved, so I.