.Of course, Cheryl hadn't been exposed to any of that -- those she had seen, she'd been told were captured pre-pack sluts being punished for being who...es -- something she didn't have a problem with as long as she didn't see the extremes. Apparently, the group was collecting lesbians like Cheryl, irritated with the idea of men taking women into their 'sordid little harems, ' to use as agents.Of course, this took several days to develop -- and we weren't involved in the big pickups -- I just got. Critic would criticize it."Your spelling is atrocious," Mr. Critic would write, in his oh-so-proper way, "and you seem to have no grasp of conventional grammar, without the saving grace of true experiment. The plot is miniscule, the characters the thinnest cardboard, and the ending completely implausible. You can do better."Tammy felt just awful whenever he saw what Mr. Critic had written about his stories. Didn't Mr. Critic realize that having fun was more important than any silly old rules?. .. off the record" he said "sure" i replied and i led him to my parents' room. him behind me so that he'd be sure to see my pink laced thong that was visible under my high rising skirt. we sat down on the bed and he tried to tear his eyes away from my breasts. "i think it's time you know, i have a crush on you" he said my mouth flew open and i couldnt say anything i wanted to say, instead what came out was this "no way! me too well i don't have a crush on me if i did i would be weird not to say. "Hi Jim," Mary said as she walked up to him and kissed him on the mouth. Jim grinned at me. This was a very good sign that Mary liked him. All during dinner she divided half her time between the two of us. It wasn't till after dinner when Jim and I went into the den and had a glass of wine while Mary made her self comfortable, as she put it. When she came down and joined us, she had indeed made herself more comfortable and Jim and myself just the opposite.Mary had changed into a silk lounging.