I almost went on one of those charter fishing boats when I was staying on the big island, but they wanted three hundred dollars for the day. The three...hundred wasn't for me to go out alone with them either, they said I'd be going with either one or two other people who wanted to go out fishing, and they'd be paying the same amount I would have been. It looked like it might be fun, but that was a lot of money just to go out fishing for a day.I'd brought my laptop to Hawaii with me, and there. He was the source of our "true sexstories." In total, we were three horney friends who thought a lot about pussy, but were not getting much.My friends didn't come to my house much, but every once in awhile they would come over to do homework and/or bullshit. Mom would usuallyserve cokes and chips, but mostly ignore them. As I mentioned in an earlier story, my Mom usually wore a halter top and shorts when it was hot and in the desert it was hot thru mid-October at least. Shealso liked to lay. The moment passed. "It's all right," the man said, whispering into her ear. "Everything's going to be all right."They looked at each other again and then, as if embarrassed, around at their surroundings. The reception area of the office was bland and unobtrusive. It made them both relax, without realising why. "We have some paperwork to fill in," the man said. * * *"... and of course there's the discount, as we didn't have to, well, broker this exchange."The man shrugged and looked down at the. "Lori, you really are a busy body. It's none of your business what the peoplein that house are doing." "I'm going to make it my business tomorrow. Will you come with me, Rachel?" "I'm not going on a crusade with you Lori. I'll go with you so that I knowwhich jail to bail you out of after the police come and take you away." Shesmiled at me with a knowing smile. Rachel and I had known each other since high school. We were both now 24years old. We had been friends long enough that she knew better.