I was attracted to her because of her exotic attitude and because she was so gorgeous. We would spend nights together at her house or mine. I rode the...bus home to the farm so she could go home with me and ride the bus back into town the next day. We talked about boys, smoking MJ, etc. After several nights together, we were at her house alone (her parents were at a party) and she asked me if I had ever masturbated and I said sure. She said she had as well and then asked me if I had ever “been. At some unknown point in time she had drifted off to sleep. When she awoke the hot Miami sun blinded her through the million dollar penthouse view. She squinted and tried to focus. The day was beautiful. It was going to be hot, sunny and steamy in more than one way. Her plan was to go see the girls and have drinks with them. She had never really formally met Amy as Amy always had left the rent in an envelope at the office mailbox. She had passed her a few times in the main lobby or seen her at. ********************Although our lust had been temporarily sated, we still had a few things to sort out. We had a boat ride to go on and we had to plan for any eventuality. Ever the practical one, Marge brought it up first. I have to give her credit. As we were getting ready to go boating, she came right to the point. "Honey, what should I do if Hans tries to fuck me today?" "What would you like to do Marge? Do you want him to fuck you?" Marge lowered her eyes, embarrassed at her confession. It. ”“I did it to make a point. There’s a lot about poetry you don’t know, a lot about poetry that you still need to learn, and I can show you another world apart from these dingy clubs.”“And what type of world is that?”“I can make you rich doing what you love. I can make you a great poet, nationally known, a career in poetry.”“Yeah, right,” laughed Claude.“I’m not fooling around. I work for Breakthrough Books. You’ve heard of us, haven’t you?”“No.”“Well we publish some of the world’s greatest.