But, God help her, she felt the same way about Sally. And that was just wrong.It was bad enough that she'd allowed her own hormones to control her eno...gh to sleep with a married man -- two married men, actually. It was worse that she'd slept with women -- eagerly and joyfully. It wasn't that she had any moral issues with that. She knew that it didn't matter one whit if the person she fell in love with was a man or a woman. But to fall in love with both a man and a woman was insane. It could. Monique, the lady I was talking to when you came out of the bedroom, runs a small business, lives just outside the city, and is one of those people around whom technology ceases to function on an alarmingly regular basis. Either that, or she is using it as an excuse to get me out to try her latest creations, I am not sure which," he said smiling, remembering the last meal she had whipped up for the pair of them. They had gotten incredibly drunk and ordered a pizza because the meal was. Not the real pretty ones or the real hip ones, but the average ones. The lonely ones. The hungry ones. Then I watch. If none of the good-looking guys talk to any of them, I've found my pigeons. Then I ask around about them. Sometimes I don't even have to go the holy-roller route and I can wriggle my way into their group, into their hearts and finally into the hungriest one's pants.The real secret is in the waiting. If I'm just in the mood for a quickie, I can easily find a virgin cunt and pump. Inkie woke slowly, barely aware for some extended time. She couldn’t see or hear, and she was breathing through a SCUBA-like full-face mask. Her wrists were fastened together as were her legs at the ankles. After a while, she came to understand that she was submerged, probably in water. Helva! Inkie asked her friend and lover. Helva told her. That last was a plaintive wail. Inkie responded. Helva continued. If she hadn’t been so concerned, Helva would have appeared to be smug. Inkie told.