The party was being held at the home of the poor bastard that had married her. It was getting late at night, people were getting drunk, passing out, o... slipping off for some "adult time." I was not entertained by the events going on at the party. I decided to go and explore the big house. After all, I was going to be a guest there for a week. I roamed from room to room, looking around, and admiring the different paintings on the walls and the different view from each window. I was at the end of. Please help me come to terms with the new me ... because I’m just not sure who I am anymore!I would like to thank all my friends for sticking with me through these abrupt, new found changes in my life!I just can’t imagine or understand what’s happened to me so quickly!Funny, it’s all just taken place over the last 8 years!As if all this nonsense wasn’t enough to deal with ... I’m now afraid to go into either one of the restrooms!This One Is Compliments of SmokeyjoeThe Eighteen BottlesI had. Wendy was shocked. “Uncle Nelson? I’d feel like… like a whore dressing this way in public.” “Princess, you’ll be the most beautiful whore on the street. You and your aunt will be my personal whores for the rest of the day, and that’s my final word on the matter.” Gwen added, “Go ahead, sweetheart! You’ll love the feeling you get when men look at you. And I’ll enjoy looking at you, too!” She winked salaciously at her niece. Wendy blushed when her aunt and uncle took her out on the streets of. I think the readers know about myself as i wrote in last story, anyhow i will tell about meto the new readers of the story, i am sandy, a cool guy with tall dark and innocent natured studying b,com myself in bijapur district of karnataka, my family is staying in bangalore, i was left here to complete ma degree education, i am spending my life happily here with my friends enjoying collage days and etc. Anyhow my semester exam was finished and having a month holiday, i was spending days as usual,.