Next we talked about making the movie. I wanted a story and a script rather than just a Fucking Film, if you know what I mean. We came up with the sce...ario that Chrissy’s fictitious husband owed Steve and me big money from a gambling bet and refused to pay. We knew he was out of town, so went to his home one night and bailed up his wife. The story went that we told Chrissy we were going to film stripping and fucking her, then threaten her husband that we would send the resulting movie to all. Then he quickly ran over to the door and closed and locked it. 'Oh boy,' I thought he was going to fuck me and I was going to get the satisfaction that I'd been craving all day. When Bob hurried back over to me I sprawled lewdly out on his desk pulling my skirt up my thighs to show him my naked pussy with my clit rings glistening in the harsh overhead lights. I love clit rings -- they're so erotic, they tell any man that you're ready and willing to fuck them. Ever since I've had them I haven't. ******************************It was two days later, when Mom met with her friend Ellen and a stranger,a tall, domineering bulky woman in a gray dress down to her feet, withher pitch-black hair done up in a huge bun over her head."Leigh," said Ellen, "Permit me to present Madame Madison." Ellen spokeformally and deferentially.Mom nodded her head toward Madame Madison. "I am pleased to meet you." Charmed, indeed. Young Ellen has told me of your predicament." It tookabout fifteen minutes to. "After she had filled herself, she put the leftovers in the fridge, and came over to me. "Hunter, you're the nicest person on campus, and that's a fact. Thank you." She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek.I smiled, and said-rather unthinkingly, "What are friends for?" What are friends for?" she said bitterly. "Fucking your boyfriend, apparently." Then the tears started, and just wouldn't stop. Before I knew it, she was in my lap, holding on for dear life. I just put my arms around her.