Peter stepped forward and tested the tightness of the rope, giving the knot several tugs. It held securely as he pulled the rope straight forward, the... up then down, thoroughly testing its hold. He moved back and ordered Susan to reassume her bent position at the end of the table. Susan again bent at the waist, and grasped the end of the table with her hands, shuffling her feet back, and bending at the waist until she once again achieved a ninety-degree angle with her body. Peter moved in back. She glanced at the clock on Sarah's desk--still plenty of time. "I guess I needed that more than I thought," she muttered. From the moment she had touched herself until now had taken less than five minutes.She wanted more. She felt open and ready and definitely in need of more. She twisted the control to the next higher setting. She had plenty of time to enjoy her toy.She pressed the vibrator between her legs, seeking out her entrance. She pictured Evan guiding himself there, finding his way. My recollection of these events, therefore, has been distilled and flavored by the process of time and some modest historical revision. In Part One I described the events that occurred one summer afternoon when I was eighteen years old, still a virgin and labored under the delusions of youth and the hubris of an imagined literacy. At that time, I had a girl friend from college who was my age, and also a virgin. We saw each other two to three times a week, and usually spent part of that time. Onlar her yaz tatilinde bize tatile gelirler. Birlikte denize falan gideriz. Bu yıl yine geldiler. Biz ananemle aynı apartmanda oturuyoruz. Onlar geldiklerinde ananemle aynı evde kalacaklardı. Ama bu yıl farklı bi şey oldu ve ananem evi tadilata verince hep birlikte bizde kalmaya başladılar. Neyse çok uzatmadan hemen başlayayım. Tatillerinin kaçıncı günüydü bilmiyorum ama babam herkesi öğle yemeği için dışarıya çıkarmayı teklif etti. Ama yengem çocuklar uyuduğu için gitmek istemedi. Ben de.