Over the next several months she’d been dazzled by his quick wit, amused by his sense of humor, amazed by his strength and dismayed by his lack of c...mmon sense. His good looks and silver tongue had gotten him into more beds - and more trouble - on their way west than she herself had found. They’d enjoyed the camaraderie that grew between them. When the time came and Jeb had gotten restless with the inevitable routine in a city the size of San Francisco, she’d kissed him goodbye, wished him well. 'Probably where alocal prossie brings her punters,' Candi thought..Candi knocked on a door caked with fading and peeling blue paint. Whenit wasn't answered she knocked again and this time it opened a crack andshe could see someone peering at her and then it opened wide.John Benstead looked to be in his early forties. He had stylish longblonde hair and was tanned and muscular. He was wearing a pair of tightjeans and tighter T-shirt. A cigarette hung out the corner of his mouthbut he managed. I touched my knee and the inside of my thigh and that turned me ontoo! Well what if I am half girl. Maybe I should stop resisting and starttrying harder. Darren you need to pull yourself together dude. Like whyare you listening to this shit? These women are screwing up your head. Butthe evidence was in front of me. What if they are just doing this forretribution? What if they aren't? I have no place to run away to so Istill will have to wait for an opportunity to split. What will Dad say?What. More about that another time.She and I both liked to drink beer and wine and we loved to smoke pot. We found that the combination of drinking and smoking got us very horny and lowered our inhibitions.I enjoyed hearing her talk dirty, and helped get horny by having her repeat phrases back to me. I had her say, “I really hope the neighbors are watching me take my clothes off,” or “I really hope someone can see my tits,” or “I wonder if I'm giving one of the neighbor men a hard on,” or “I wonder.