I’m getting to it now. You know, Lois, THIS is the first time we’ve ever actually had….’ ‘Intercourse?’ ‘…dialog, interACTION. We’v... never directly spoken TO each other before. Intercourse? Where IS your mind?’ ‘I could tell you, but…’ ‘Never mind.’ By chapter three I began to appreciate how much harder it was getting to keep a longer story consistent and not repetitive. My outlined chronology went from a few lines to two full pages of one line entries, thanks to Lois. Scenes, actions and. Jenny began to feel horny again and realised she was lying on her bed topless, skirt hiked up, knickers off and legs spread with a strange woman wiping spunk from her pussy. Oh my Jenny smiled to herself what a naughty girl I am and without thinking placed her hand on her boobs and began to massage them. Beth noticed this immediately but didn't react, she had another idea forming in her mind. Jenny still had her eyes closed as she caressed her breasts and enjoyed Beth's delicate touch. "There's. The next thing I knew, she was yelling at me. I still don’t know what I did to provoke her anger.”“What happened next?” Dan asked with a frown. There was something wrong with the whole situation, but he didn’t know what it was.“She left. I haven’t seen her since then,” Betty answered collapsing in on herself. Her world had fallen apart and she didn’t understand why. She couldn’t think of anything she could have done wrong.Dan frowned trying to make sense of Pat’s actions. He felt sorry for. I dried my face off with a couple of papertowels and headed back out.I must have looked like a drowned water rat as I made my way back to theboardwalk. This was it. The last weekend of summer. I was alone and myone true love was home sleeping in bed. I quickened my pace andconcentrated on each passing step in an attempt to keep my mind clear.It seemed to be working. I felt a bit out of place wearing my sundress among the throngs ofpeople dressed mostly in jeans and shorts. There didn't seem to.