" Oh, what's that?" It was Julie who answered my question."I don't do guys, ever." She said it forcefully, obviously there was a reason from her past,...maybe Trish would tell me later."Well that is a problem isn't it." I sighed, oh well no sex tonight. There was another way of doing it however. "I suppose I could jerk off into something and then you could use, what, a turkey baster or something." Well, now you've hit on problem number two." What now?" This was going to be bad, I was sure. Trish. “It would have been nice to have a guide for the thing, but it’s no big deal. I managed.”“If I can get her head on straight, would you talk to her?” she asked.“I never stopped talking to her,” I said. “After the conference, I figured she wasn’t interested and I left it alone. I don’t think it matters though. I’m moving to LA. I’m not gonna be much closer to Denver than I am right now.”She sighed. “Just let me talk to her and see what she says?”“Not a problem,” I told her. “I don’t see us. Surfer Girl finally gets loose from her grasp and tells me ‘ You need to get this Bitch under control’. The night is falling apart. The Kinjo’s are freaking out. I am loosing control of the situation. While all this is going on, ‘Tim’ decides he needs to defend Tattoo girl. He stands up and comes over to me and starts trying to fight me. I am watching the girls argue and this little fucker shoves me. I stand up and he realizes I am lot bigger than he is. I look him in the eye and tell him ‘You. A wide leather belt went around my waist andwas drawn taunt. I couldn't even squirm. Turning my head to the side I staredin disbelief at the two of them. Richard went into the house. Julie openedhis briefcase and pulled the mailing tube out. She was smiling. " You'll pay for this you double-crossing bitch." She turned to me with an impish grin. " Yes I'll pay Mistress, and you'll get to watch." My mouth was too dry to spit at her. Richard returned with a second ottoman and set it kitty corner.