And the live orchestra was five or six cuts above what we'd had to endure at the Cloverdale High reunion.Yes, Betsy Elliott was definitely a genius.Mo...t of the riverboat's clients that night had already filed off the gangplank before Shirley and I finished one more glass of wine each and, reluctantly, took our leave."I'm too woozy to drive right away," I told her. "If you need to get home, I'll take you in a cab. Otherwise, we can just -- take another riverside walk." Riverside walk," Shirley. She shouts on me what you had done? I’m your sisters friend and elder than you.I didn’t even cares about what she is telling. I showed her video which I recorded in handycam and she looks terrified. I blackmailed her that if she doesn’t follow my instructions I will upload it in internet and she kept silent and starts to cry and beg for mercy.I told her that I want to be the man who tears her virginity and she also wants to feel that moment so only I wake up her.Without any other option she. And it wasn’t just sex. I felt I needed the warmth of female companionship. Male bonding was all well and good, but without a woman nearby I felt a cold, black emptiness within me. Hell, once I even let an old bag lady share my loft, just for the company, but I had to throw her out when I found out she was stealing my art supplies and selling them to the guy next door. When it comes to women, out of sight is out of mind, which is where I would have been if I’d stayed in the city. On the island. She can never seem to get enough sex. I enjoyed hearing in detail how she and Paul had fucked and eaten each other in those sessions, Paul was very inventive and did mind games (like making up hot stories) on Carol as he fucked her (hell he was a shrink after all). I was a little leery of seeing Paul again. I had enjoyed his administrations too much that night and it worried me a little. Each time Carol visited Paul, he always sent back a message that he would like to see me again... to which.