“So he hasn’t even notice you?” I asked, glumly, trying to get my slightly drunk brain to focus on her problem, search for solutions.Beth tensed... She looked almost irritated. She said cuttingly “he doesn’t notice me, he just drags a different slut upstairs each party, fucks them. Sometimes two in one night. It fucking hurts. I hate to think about it. Hell, sometimes my own room! I feel so abused. I just come down to the boathouse to cry.” She was angry now. She was on the verge of tears. ”“Seriously, Cap?” I said, “I’ve got a dollar that says you don’t, no way.”Quietly, Cap answered, “Want me to prove it, want me to show you?”“You’re on,” I whispered back, “I bet you a dollar.”Setting aside his magazine, Cap stood and faced me. Undoing his belt, unzipping his khakis, he put a hand on my shoulder for balance as he stepped first out of one pant leg, then switched hands and stepped out of the other pant leg. He was wearing boxers, and I couldn’t help but stare.He commented that. They strolled around the corner. The van, which could be misidentified as any number of General Motors vehicles, stood waiting for them.Another casual look around and the back doors were opened. The trio crawled inside. (Well, two of them crawled, one just went along for the ride). Instead of releasing the mark from the duffle, the cable tied open end of the bag was raised to an anchor in the ceiling. Once clipped off, it hung there, not unlike a boxer’s heavy bag. The van started up and. You are not a career woman, you are a very slutty little girl with a great future in porn."Lillian felt ditzy, these people thought that Karen was an unreachable role model for her."Listen Lilly, I bet you had sex with more people just yesterday than Karen in all her life. I am a lot less prudish than Karen, You know I even worked for the porno industry for a while, but I never enjoyed a photo session as much as you enjoyed yours, and I never have sex with more than a couple of persons in a.