She was tall and blonde, with a honey gold tan; I was in love for the first time in my short life. One Saturday afternoon, my parents were out somewhe...e when I walked up the stairs, Greta door was open and I stood in her doorway. She was sat in front of the dressing table mirror, dressed in very small light blue underwear, I didn't know underwear came in any colour other than white. I just stood there staring at this vision, when she turned and looked at me; I must have made a noise. Instead of. "You go back to the dorm and get some sleep." "Thank you, Sir," she acknowledged, turning her head to give my inner thigh a last kiss before rising and backing out of the room with her head bowed. * * * "Bring the money?" Billy asked as I neared him. I sighed. Billy was a procurer, he prowled the streets and bus stations of the San Francisco area, searching for new arrivals. Apparently charming enough, despite his greasy appearance, his role was to earn the trust of the runaways and homeless. I've discovered I like to have sex with women. Not just a few, but a lot of women. The more women I have sex with, the happier I am."I know we always talked how I should have a career that makes me happy. Well, I sent some nude pictures of me and a videotape of me having sex with several different women to the Bunny Ranch."It's the top whorehouse on the country. It's like Harvard for hookers. It's in Nevada where prostitution is legal. You know I would never do anything ill*gal."They just wrote. * * *Tuesday night's show was an almost identical replay of Monday, except that there was no vibrator allowed. Marcia showed Frank how she frigged herself to orgasm with her bare hands.Wednesday night's variation was that Frank was no longer a passive spectator, he was now a passive participant. Marcia laid him down beside her, took his hand in hers, spread a little KY on his fingers, and then frigged herself with his hand, guiding his fingers over herself gently at first, then with more.