Every time I watched you or Pam do that, I got hard, even if I just came. It’s tremendously arousing and sexy. I loved it, but as I said you don’t...have to do it to please me.”I got up and went to my bedroom bookcase and came back with a book I handed to Trish. The title was The Ethical Slut. “If you read this you’ll find that yes, you are absolutely a slut and it’s a marvelous and wonderful thing to be. The women that wrote the book are of a mind that sex is for us to enjoy and not put. “Not exactly, I walked in on her. Accidentally”“Naked?”“She, not me”“And then she asked you to fuck her?”“I couldn't believe it either.”“So, did you?”“Of course. Didn’t get far though”“Because that’s when she slapped you?”“Yes. Quite hard too”“Wimp”I punched him in the shoulder. A little too hard, but he deserved it.“Chill, dude, just k**ding! Anyway, do you want to know what you did wrong?”I sat down again and waited for him to enlighten me.“Do you remember my dad's magazines?”Of course, I. Tell me darling; if I were to slowly lift that slip over your knees just what would I see?BV: Well, I am wearing a perfectly wonderful pair of powder blue bikini panties with lace and the most darling bows. Isn't that exciting?SV: It sure is, I'm drooling at the thought. But I was thinking more of what you have under the panties, as nice as they might be.BV: You must mean my garter belt. Do you know how hard it is to find a real garter belt these days, with panty hose and all the rage? I spent. She wasn't welcomed at home, and so she had to look for acceptance elsewhere. Coupled with her curvaceous assets, she found a tool of desirability, which in turn increased the scorn from her own flesh and blood. It was a vicious circle, and I'd been a part of it for a mere two months during which I'd found myself doing exactly what Linda had done. And in the end, it overwhelmed her. And I couldn't help but feel that I'd played a part. I hadn't tried very hard to break through that wall.