“Most of my life has been as a solitary man with few friends. Alone but not lonely. All my best friends have been female. I have no close male frien...s. It could be because I was sexually abused as a kid, or perhaps it’s because I’m weird. Whatever the reason, I enjoy the company of women more than I do the companionship of men.”I held the palms of my hands open at my side and looked into the faces of the members. “All my best friends have been women. Some relationships were sexual, and others. I was rather hungry, I suggested we go out and get a bite to eat. She quickly went into her room and dressed, she was back in a flash. As we exited the back door, she saw the rental car parked behind her SUV.“Whoa hotshot, you living large huh?” she laughed.“They didn’t have much left, it was all they had other than a town car, they were both the same price.” I told her.We drove over to the diner, had a quick lunch, then headed back home. I dropped Ashley off at home then drove over to the gym. The pain on my buttocks and the wilts on my thighs reminded me that it was not just a dream. I had indeed been caught peeping and I had been severely punished and humiliated for it by Jenn and Lindsay. When I was hiding under the tarp looking a Jenn, I often fantasised about being caught by her but nothing could have prepared me for what had actually happened and yet, despite the pain and the embarrassment I was strangely serene, though ambivalent. On the one hand I did get some fulfilment out. They wanted romance and sex, so they each borrowed an ‘I need Michael now chip’ from one of the younger set - who knows at what price or promise - and on the first evening afloat, hauled him off to dinner.The two wore backless, floor-length, prom style dresses, and when Michael and the two lovelies entered the dining room, one on each of his arms, they looked like a proud father taking his teens to a birthday dinner. Other diners smiled at the scene, some with envy and lust. He was seated with.