He thinks that your sister and Amber are a bad influence on me." Do you want to?" I don't want her to, and not only because of the sex. She seems like...a sweet enough girl, if I didn't just get a girlfriend today, I might consider her. Well, if not for her boyfriend, that is."No. I'm not going to. He can say what he wants, but he doesn't own me."I smile, and am pleased by her return smile, when I notice Ron watching us. "I'd better get back to work," I state before taking my position by the. I didn't care.Shit. Jenny must be right. I am a closed book. So if that's the problem, the obvious solution is let myself open up. To get beyond the simple expedient of being 'the boyfriend' and allowing them to see the real me, which is terrifying to contemplate.Why was that such a scary thought? Fear of rejection? Well, I should be used to that by now. Except, I always took comfort in the idea that they weren't really rejecting me, because they didn't really know the 'real' me. They were. Like virginity, it’s something that can happen or be given – or taken – only once. They say you never forget your first and equally, you never forget your first ‘outside’ lover. Tink sat on her cot, both happy and melancholy at the same time. She heard her master’s approach and quickly took her place for him, naked and kneeling. “Ah there you are my beautiful lightning bug, Hook said brightly.” “And, how are ye this fine morning?” “I am well, Master,” Tink replied however there was hesitation. She said these were the appropriate cards for strip poker. The first round then went ahead and John won with three of a kind. Sarah was the runner up and Joan lost the round. She then sexily took off her shoes. The next round was again won by John and again Joan lost. This time she swung her legs up in the air to take off her tights. John lost the next round, and with it his shoes. Then Sarah lost two rounds in a row and with them her sweater.