”The front of her leathers is partially unzipped and some cleavage is visible - we occasionally cut to a close-up of it, or to her lips, particularl... when she’s talking about sex.“The rules back then were, if you’ll do one of the boys, you’ll do any of the boys – so I did all of them ... I was 16 and I was basically just there to have sex. I loved it ... It was crazy ... And it was like that for, like, a decade... 10... 11 years...”“I had a boyfriend in the gang ... Like, one lad that I was. .. and your wife." What do you mean what he did to my wife?" demanded Tom indignantly."I'm sorry, I really am," said the rancher with genuine concern, "but it seems you were delirious for a while and..." And what?" demanded Tom reddening."You talked about what went on between Vasquez and your wife... look, it's none of my business." Damned right it isn't, or anyone else's!" Lord knows there's already enough gossip about your wife. It's better left alone." Gossip? What gossip?"Barrett seemed. I locked up my apartment and headed over to Jenny'splace.Jenny opened the door and greeted me with a warm kiss."How are you doing this morning? Are you excited?" Nervous would be a better description." Well, I hope you don't get too nervous. I don't wantyou to be a runway bride."I had actually considered this option. This was theultimate point of no return. I was intensely nervous.The prospect of parading around as a beautiful bridein front of hundreds of other people made thebutterflies in my. I laid her on the couch and covered her up with a couple blankets. I was just getting ready to turn the lights down when the storm hit with fury. There was a huge flash of lightening, followed by a very loud clap of thunder. Sandy woke up screaming and sat up crying. “Wha…? Where am I?” I ran over and sat beside her and pulled her to me. “Shh shh shh… it’s okay, it’s just the storm. You’re safe at my place.” She had the fearful look of a little girl being waken up by the bad storm, and.