"No," I say, my voice a little breathy."Well, there shouldn't be anything preventing you from reaching an orgasm. It may boil down to just the wrong k...nd of stimulation." The wrong kind?" I ask confused, looking up at the ceiling."Yes, the easiest way for a woman to climax is by stimulating the clitoris, but there are other ways," he says, removing the device. I pull myself up onto my elbows, my lower half still naked."Could you..." I start, but stop myself. I know if I have questions I should. "My daughter needs a dress for a dance party," dad says.Laura looks at me and measures me with her eyes."Cute hair and those highlights..." she says staring at my hair.I had a buzz cut something like six months ago, because my Grandmothersaid my hair was beautiful. Now my hair is almost two inches - too shortto brush and too long to spike. So it's just like a mop. I was repaintingDea's room and some lavender paint got on my head. When I washed out myhair the paint had dyed some lavender streaks. He had told her to come to the hotel at six where a room would be booked in her name. He had told her to leave the door ajar then sit on the edge of the bed clothed but with her eyes securely blindfolded. He did not tell her to have an instrument of punishment ready. She always brought the whip.He is older than her, much older, but their connection is far stronger than similarity of age. The young men she knows, joshing with fake bonhomie to convince the senior partners of their wit and. . ahh . . . my ‘girlfriend’ especially on the first day I’ve met her.’ Just as I pulled out of the driveway there was a flash of lightening and a loud clap of thunder. The rain came down in buckets making it difficult to see even with the wipers going full blast. A five minute trip turned into a fifteen minute one. Standing in the rain, Rick watched her car until the taillights disappeared before going inside. Stripping off his wet clothes he toweled off and checked to see if the bandage on his.