She raised her head and looked toward the street. She heard it again this morning, the sound of a big Harley Davidson motorcycle starting, the deep, t...roaty rumble of the loud pipes stirring the quiet of the sleepy morning streets. She’d heard it before, but she’d never been out here when it started.It was a block over and she wished he would turn and drive by her while she swept the sidewalk. She loved that sound and knew one day she would graduate from her motor scooter to a big Harley, just. . except stupid ones like John, your old best friend, Karen’s, brother. THEY fuck each other and everybody knows it, including you.”I saw the acknowledgement on her face and then, with genuine contempt, I said “John’s a fucking asshole. If he’d kept his mouth shut, nobody would have ever known. But, asshole that he is, he bragged to one of his buddies that he was fucking Karen and that’s how it got out. Now he’s all pissed off at Al for opening his mouth about it but if he’d kept his own stupid. Neither of us could believe what a slut I was becoming.After work on Friday, Jerry dropped me at the hotel before going to pick Sarah up at the airport. I gathered everything from my room and moved it to the suite Jerry had booked for our weekend sexfest. Once settled in the plush new accommodations, I took a long hot bubblebath in the oversize tub. The bath helped soothe my nerves and the flowery scent of the bath salts made me feeling quite feminine. I felt much calmer as I stepped into my. We've spent a lot of time talking ... but ... we have also had some experiences that I need to tell you about ... a few nights ago, after dinner, I turned on the music, started moving to it, and then surprisingly, we were slow dancing together in the middle of the floor. I had given Anya the guest room, but that night she came to my bed and asked if we could talk ... when she was telling me more about her unhappiness, we got into an embrace, and eventually went to sleep that way ... I think it.