You know my viewpoint, that masturbation is its own good thing, an easy extension of fantasy."Rita rose, rearranging them until she was sitting, Susie...s head on her lap, from which cushion Susie gazed at Howard and saw the front of his sarong begin to tent out.He laid his pipe on the chest of drawers and came to the couch, gazing at Susie's crotch. Her legs were sprawled apart. She lacked the strength to close them, though she was not sure she wanted to."Fascinating," he murmured. "Quite a. ”“Do you want a boyfriend? Or husband?”“At this point, either of those would be way too high maintenance! You are about as low maintenance as they come!”“I know several women who would disagree with you!”Maria Cristina smirked, “Kara; Jessica; Jennifer; Bethany; Elyse; Kathy. I could go on!”“I know you could! But I understand what you’re saying. Is there anything I could change or improve?”“Given the circumstances? I don’t really think so.”“And if you could wave a magic wand?” I asked. “Don’t. I think 22 and 21 it will be.’ He took the map away from me and folded it back up, slipping it into a pocket of his pack while pulling out a film camera. We were just pulling to a stop at West Acres. ‘Smile.’ As I turned to look at him with a quizzical expression on my face, brows drawn down, and a slight frown on my face the shutter snapped. ‘Perfect.’ The doors opened to let us out, to let in the warmth and sunlight and I got out quickly feeling flustered and out of control, and dangerously. He said he was an expert on this and would put them where they looked best. Bill said that he had been watching my house for some time and had noticed a lot of men coming in the evening and staying pretty late. Then he asked me rather boldly “What are you Shela a prostitute”. I was shocked at his directness but decided to play along. No Bill, I’m not a prostitute, Jerry is very successful and we have all the money we will ever need. Oh I understand now, you are a slut! He was finished putting.