"Actually, I just heard the crying. When I looked down, all I could see was the top of your head. I didn't realize it was you until I got down here an... you looked up at me." I'm sorry," Meredith said, instantly contrite. "It's been a very rough day." Obviously." It's ironic, if you think about it. My parents wanted to live here so I could be a normal teenager for a while. Ha. Normal teenagers are not treated as circus acts by their classmates, are they?" Not usually, no." Right. So, I come. The bar tender was rubbing his penis through his trousers as he listened about me drinking the bowl of cum. I was completely embarrassed and humiliated.When my husband finished he said to the bar tender. "I think she needs another drink" It took a few seconds before I realised what he meant. I looked at him horrified. "Let's go into the office." the bar tender suggested. The bar tender, whose name was Pete, led the way. My husband pushed me towards the office. Once inside Pete undone his. Bree won her first match, but Rachel dropped to the Red Bracket after her first match. I hoped she would win at least one match. Walt lost his first match, but said he’d do better in the Red Bracket. He was too nervous to focus.The real surprise was in Tonya and Whitney. They tore up their first opponents in Doubles. It took them three games, but they took the duo from West Point in a strong battle. Whitney came right back half an hour later to totally destroy her first Singles opponent by four. Especially since I read her past sexual history pretty much like an open book. No girl likes that sort of thing – it interferes with the aura of mystery that they like to cloak and shroud themselves in. I’m just not one for playing games with women or following all of the unwritten rules concerning the eternal battle between the sexes.There were at least five women on Empire Island for every four men, and despite those friendly odds I’ve never had any luck with women. Not to mention that.