" Good choice, I'll make two."I poured us the drinks and the shots before I sat on a barstool next to him and crossed my legs. My skirt rode up and ex...osed the top of my stockings where the slit was and a lot more leg.He smiled and held up the shot glass, toasting to good times. We clinked our shot glasses and threw them back with a C & C chaser.We set the glasses down, looking at each other, smiles on our faces. I told him I needed to go and change my top so I could get it in the wash before. Maybe it was fate that brought Marsha to the orphanage just as puberty entered her life. She may have gone down another road. Instead, she had boys and girls of all ages with which to self discover all over again.Naturally (for Marsha) or unnaturally, her first encounter was with her bunk mate (Cheri) who cried herself to sleep on most nights.Marsha found herself sliding down off the top bunk one night, and just holding the fifteen year old, both virgins and full of fear at where life was. She chose instead to be in the kitchen and make cookies for her kids. She would have made a snack anyway, because she loved being a caring mother, but she was especially keen to make some yummy snacks for Alan as an unspoken apology for not being in the mood to play around some more. She knew he really loved cookies, especially oatmeal raisin and chocolate chip ones.Suzanne walked in the front door just a few minutes after Alan had started to watch the game. She'd just come from dinner at a. She lay there awhile, thinking about the two sexual sessions she had had with Alex. "That's more sex than my boyfriend gives to me in a month," she thought. "And he certainly never gives it to me rough like that." She decided she hated love as a part of sex. "I like it rough," she now admitted to herself.But then she thought about her daughter, realizing now how much she missed her. She wondered how Isa was doing without her mother and if Claudio was taking good care of her. Then she thought,.