I hate myself for it and always will.but we cant help what gets us off, and to tell you the truth this story even though i lived it and regret it, it ...till gets me off. if you have and suggestions or questions feel free to say. i will answer you all. and if you like my story i might write more, but different sex that i have had. lol i hate that my first time had to be with someone who didnt love me. anyway, i guess i have turned into kind of a sex freak, i dont really look for love any more,. .."Time passed. Tones of friendly female conversation filtered in to mydarkened hiding place. The women were sitting on the sofa, one of themresting her feet on the ottoman. I scarcely dared breathe. Then I heardJanet rise."Well," she said, "you've been very helpful. You're both so sweet Ialmost hate to leave and go back out looking for that worm. Hmmm. Perhapsthere is just one other thing you could tell me? Whose High Heels arethose in the corner? The brassy red ones. And don't try to tell me. He says thanks and pulls up his jail pants. Around thirty minutes later I start to see signs for the state prison and around five minutes later we pull through the first gate, we then pull into the unloading area, we are told to get off the bus and we are brought into an open room where they take off our handcuffs and search our belongings. They then have us sectioned off into groups and bring us into rooms where they tell us to strip, in this group is the guy I blew on the bus. I take off my. "Do we have enough to build our own villa?" The goth girl asked, turning her attention back to her friend as she was checking on her phone. She was checking on her bank account to check her savings in order to clarify her goth girl of the financial problem."We have more than enough" She replied as the goth girl looked at her with a raised eyebrow, doubting about her claim of fixing up the financial problem. Sure, they do save the money bit by bit when they heard of the proposal by Heather..