)* There was one in particular by a "Vickie" that hit the nail on the head. The nicest part: "You're so self-consciously self-contradictory, self-vau...ting and self-evasive, I hardly know where to begin. So I'll won't begin. I'll end.Forget yourself. Just write the best you know how and let your readersjudge. Some will be grateful." Vickie, keep on writing. Every paragraphwas a punch to the gut - no, not so much a punch, as it was an attempt toremove a very large distasteful blockage from one's. "Andrea sniffled. She turned to Shane, and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight. "Thank you so much Shane. I didn't deserve help, thank you for helping me anyway. I'm so sorry I messed you and Kelly up, you deserve to be happy."Shane sat there, letting her cry. Then, the door opened, and Kelly and Jessica walked into the living room. They saw Andrea, and walked into the kitchen, letting her get it out of her system. Shane walked in to find them eating the rest of the French toast.. Because I'm crazy about you." Wow," she said, and took a deep breath. "OK, then. I'll tell you what I think. Look, I'm no prude. I play with myself incessantly," she said with a little smirk."Ah. How very male of you," I smirked back.She let out a stream of those charming giggles. "You think girls don't do that? Boy are you wrong. Anyhow, I'm no prude. I think it's safe to say that the only reason I'm still a virgin is lack of opportunity. I always figured sex, with the right guy, would be. That's what she called it, saying any woman who had been screwed by Sean was a trophy. I was an English major in school and couldn't figure out the grammar of that, but didn't care, since I was sinking between her muscled thighs and finding our connection. The moment my cock entered, it was pleasure and madness all over again. A witch's brew of lust. She groaned, a long drawn out "Yesss."She liked to talk during sex. Called me names, promised to never do it again, said her tramp days were over..