“I’m sorry Mom,” I said as she stepped back, “I’m sorry I spoiled this evening.”“You stop that Larry, there is nothing to be sorry about...” she said as she took my hand and we walked out of the dining room. We walked arm in arm without saying a word. I was so ashamed of myself and had no idea why I was responding to her this wayAs we got to our cabin I unlocked the door and pushed it open a crack, “I’ll let you have some privacy getting ready,” I said as Mom pushed the door open. “Oh my!” she. It was fortunate that I did. I was feeling exceptionally down on the Friday that the package of negatives and prints arrived. After a meal and a seven and seven (Segram’s Seven and Seven Up) I sat down to look at the pictures. I only got to the pictures from the second camera. I had been sexually frustrated for two months now and the pictures threw me over the edge. I had to hit the bathroom and relieve my tensions. To understand the following I need to describe my sister-in-law. She had a. Not that they actually do it, but they think about it, is that true?"I should have known that Cindy would be at the bottom of something as idiotic as that question. Cindy and her husband Ralph were our next door neighbors. They had moved in a year ago and Fran and Cindy had become fast friends. Ralph was a nice enough guy, but if you looked up the definition of the word "slut" in the dictionary you would probably find a picture of Cindy next to it. I did not have certain knowledge of Cindy's. You've got half the staff beginning to wonder if the company is in some kind of trouble." Why would they think a crazy thing like that?" Cynthia asked."Interoffice memos have nothing on office gossip," Amanda replied. "Especially if people see other people they know losing their jobs when their companies have problems and wonder if they're next up on the block." Well if that were the case, you'd be the first to know it, wouldn't you?" the blonde offered.Amanda Hill was six years older than.