She looked at me and said, “Stay there please, I will return in a moment.” She walked down the hallway and in a moment appeared with some clothin... in her hands. A clean pair of drawers and an under-shirt. “I hope these will fit for you, they were my husband's. Maybe this will make you feel a bit cleaner.” I thanked her and began to remove my dirty soiled clothing completely and then realized she was standing at the doorway. I was not going to object, but rather I continued to cleanse my body. S. Tahoe. It had pictures, both old ones sailing the lake and shots of the sunken hull. It looked surprisingly intact.I left Ginger to finish scouring the room and sat down at the desk to look the binder over. There were a number of written stories about the four scuba dives down to it. Apparently, because of the altitude of the Tahoe basin and the roughly four hundred-foot depth the hull was laying at, the dives were difficult, dangerous, and brief.There was a hand-drawn diagram of the ship. There were also masturbation competitions going on everywhere with prizes being awarded for the highest spurt, or the longest spurt, or the quickest spurt, or the biggest volume of semen in a spurt. There were even open sexual intercourse competitions and displays with more prizes being awarded for the best sex show or the best orgasm performance or the most loving embrace or anything that anyone could think of to add an added dimension of fun to the whole event.Of course there were all the. " So now what?" So now I take you home to bed." To bed, huh? That's rather bold, even for you!" Really, Karen? We're already dancing with our feet, shall we dance with our words, too? I've watched your eyes looking and it's obvious you like what you see. You've said as much, as well. And I can feel it in the way you're holding me right now. I know I won't be your first."She looks at me as we sway to the music, alone on the dance floor."I confess the thought may have crossed my mind..." A slow,.