We continued, through thick and thin, until I broke things off with her to ask Kara to marry me.”“Which was when Kara walked out of your life for ... year.”“Yes. Stephie took me back, no questions asked. And we stayed together until she went home during the summer of ‘83. That’s when Jason asked her out. Stephie wanted me, in the worst way, to tell her to come home to Chicago, but I knew that wasn’t the right thing for her. Yes, I know how patriarchal and misogynistic that sounds, but it is also. Friday night couldn't come fast enough. When I approached the house, a young German man appeared to be leaving. Every possible scenario filled my brain before walking in the door. Maybe he was a boyfriend, a lover, a relative. I was far too horny to care about any of them. Hilda greeted me with open arms wearing the traditional Bavarian costume revealing plenty of cleavage. This time I brought along a bottle of Riesling Rhine wine and a couple packs of Lucky Strikes. Neither of us smoked, but. Stephen seated himself on the seat facing us and we set off through theManchester traffic en-route for Liverpool and the Aintree Racecourse.There was a small fridge to one side of the seating compartment and,opening it, Stephen produced a bottle of champagne. ?Here is to asuccessful afternoon?s racing and my getting to know Tricia better? heproposed as a toast. I raised my glass in response and took a largemouthful of the delicious wine. I needed a little bit of ?Dutchcourage? but knew I would. The dirty sheets barely made a difference beyond the strong odor of testosterone and female hormones mixing in the air.We got inside and closed the door, flicking the lock to ensure our privacy. We were naked and snuggling on the bed seconds after we entered the room. “Mmm, your body feels good,” I said as I rubbed my pert tits against his hard chest.“Damn, woman! You got me off in less than a minute and now you got me raging hard and wanting to fuck you!” He crowed.“Come on, then! Stick your.