What I learned about her is that she worked for one of the companies I used to own. I filed this information, to be discussed tomorrow. I looked at he... and told her to lay face down on the bed, spread eagle with her arms stretched above her head and her legs spread toward the lower corners and for her not to move.I approached the head of the bed, opened a compartment and pulled out a pair of padded hand cuffs securing her hands. I went to the foot of the bed, reached under and pulled out a leg. Milton, Marvell and Marlowe, the law firm she worked for, were the trustees of several other apartment blocks in various parts of southern England, and often Stephanie was away for a days at a time. She would also spend some weekends with her lancer toy boys, and as I was also occupied in military manoeuvres at week ends with Bravo Company we had to ensure our free time coincided.Not all of her young lovers were members of the Royal Lancers, but all were in the cavalry, and all poked her with. Ken had hurt her, hurt her desperately, by his carnal coupling with Debbie Mason, and Bette knew now that she could never marry him, could never make love with him or love him in any way after today. It would be difficult enough to face him again, to look into his eyes, without either crying or blurting out in rage what she had seen. And neither of those emotional reactions would solve anything. Still, what exactly could she do? There was no purpose in confronting Ken with the knowledge of his. I don't know about Darrel, but I broke that promise before he had been gone a week. My version of "remaining true" consisted of not taking on any steady boyfriends, after all, I was 'Darrel's girl'. When Darrel came home for Christmas break, spring break or summer vacation I was "his girl" and his alone, but as soon as he left I was anybody else's.I make no apologies. When Darrel popped my cherry he awoke a sexual hunger in me that I just had to fill. Seventeen to seventy, it didn't matter; if.