I don’t think there’re any bulls patrolling it.’ **** We ran about three miles before I was pooped. Pam was still going strong when I begged off... ‘You wuss! What am I going to do with you?’ she asked. ‘I guess you’ll just need patience while I get back in shape.’ We began walking back to the cabin. ‘At least your stamina in bed is still good.’ ‘You think so?’ ‘I do. One of the things I like about you is that when we’re having sex, you focus all your attention on my pleasure and on getting me. I started on my makeup after that and made myself look extra trashy with lots of eyeliner and eyeshadow plus some very bright red lipstick. Now all that was left was my wig. I went with my red pigtails wig, which is my new favorite. I looked in the mirror and smiled at the slutty girl who was about to be used by as many men as she could get. I checked my emails and saw that I already had 9 replies. I was ready to get fucked so I just sent my room number to every guy who had a nice dick(7 guys).. . They are both damn religious. Even so, my father is a damn corrupt politician and my mother is a snobbish bourgeois that promotes charity events to collect customers for her law office and nothing else. They are definitely no good. That's why I'm not religious." Makes sense. So you'll jump and that's it. No fear?" Of pain, yes. Of going to hell? Hell no." I say, but remember thirty minutes earlier when I felt bad just from hearing a song about it."You don't sound very confident" he says. I was home again! This was the street I grew up on and I knew every inch even if I was blind folded.I swivelled my head so hard to the right that I felt a sharp pain in my neck. Eyes wide, there stood my brownstone home. Mom had kept her flower garden as beautiful as ever, dad must have slaved to cut the lawn on his own without having me to argue with to get it done.The symbolic friendship wreath my mother made to welcome guests hung on the door. I was positive that the welcome-mat, also.