"How did you sleep?" queried Kelly, the next day."With my eyes closed," quipped Charlotte. When Kelly seemed at a lossCharlotte continued, "Last night...I didn't have any nightmares. It wasthe best sleep I've had since the incident. Will that be the end of thenightmares?"Kelly thought for a moment, wondering how to respond. "Probably not,you have had a terrible trauma and you don't get over it quickly. Yournightmares will probably diminish in their severity but the incidentwill always be with. My orgasms were taking up all of my time. This is what addiction must be like, to need something so bad nothing else matters ... I don’t care, this feels too good to stop.It was Saturday and my mom was going out, so I thought it would be a good time for some anonymous sex at the glory-hole. I wanted to take my new dildo with me. I felt sluttish and had an idea.I tied my new dildo in my pussy and around my hips so I could walk around without the dildo falling out. Next, a long skirt so know one. "I won't tell you about my hundreds of conquests across the length and breadth of America--some ballplayers have to fight them off you know, and you get a lot of opportunity." I saw something like that in that movie Bull Durham." You don't quite run into an Annie Savoy in every town, but there are girls like her available if you're interested." I won't ask you about them," she said. "And you won't ask me about my endless orgies, and the hundreds of men who've shared my bed." And don't forget. Oldham's driver but he also takes care of things around here. Ned has a new car. But I spotted the old car in the garage. He didn't say anything about it being parked there and Mr. Oldham didn't mention it either but I think it may be for me to learn to drive with. It's a 1982 Volvo, four-door sedan and faded blue color. If I learn to drive I'll come and take you for a ride. Would you like that?Please write to me. Remember, my name is Sammy Oldham here. I may never use my real name again.Your.