In my first term at college I did share a room with an older girl (let’s stick with ‘P’) who was a good deal less attractive and sexually experi...nced than me. Perhaps not quite a virgin, I made that up, but close. And we did hit the town one evening and got talking to two handsome young guys, who I knew both fancied me rotten although one was pretending hard to like P. And yes we did invite them back, to our room, where we all got drunk on cheap wine and inhibitions flew out the window, then. Not. I wanted something different, that would set me apart, and be memorable, because I still held out hope that I might get more out of this than mere photos. It took me a while, but I finally came up with one, and thus became 'RUnaughty2'. I entered the site, and immediately got responses from women who were online then. There were tabs at the top of the page, and one of them said 'All', so I touched it, and a few seconds later, the screen filled with thumbnail photos of hundreds of women. I. I'd losttwo wives because of what I considered my ?perversion' andhad never gotten any help in dealing with it, being tooashamed of it to admit it. Fortunately for me, my ex-wiveshadn't been vindictive about it and had settled for gettingout of the marriage with just alimony, instead of ?outing'me to friends and co-workers.I had let my disgust with what I thought I was, build andbuild until, one rainy day, I killed myself with acombination of pills. I knew that suicide was wrong, but Icouldn't. To say the least, I was a bit jarred seeing Bob's clothes tossed on the floor, but things fell quickly back in order when I heard sounds coming from the pool. Going over to the cabinet at the end of the porch, I opened the glass door and pulled out a big thick towel, which I wrapped around my neck. I whistled when I sat down on the edge of the water.Bob did a couple of more laps before he climbed out to sit beside me.I handed him the towel."Thanks," he said, without looking at me.I watched as.