You grasp a handful of my hair and pull me to my feet, giving me a smirk and wrenching my head back so you can give me a brief kiss of courtesy, a gli...pse at affection, a preemptive apology to the actions to come. I slide my palm down your broad, strong chest, and grind hungrily against your bulging jeans. In that second of shock, I take my opportunity and bolt upstairs into our room, your boots thundering behind me. I bound into our room, and you manage to catch up to me, one of your hands. Sarah thenshouted, "Come on, dear, and show us how you look." Sarah, please..." No, buts Mister," Sarah retorted.Brandon shuddered as he reached for the jacket and placed it on overhis plain white, button down shirt. He then quickly opened the door tothe stall and peeked out the door."Don't hide yourself. Come out so we can see you," Sarah said as shesaw his head peek out of the doorway.Brandon saw the determined look in his wife's eye and knew that failingto comply was not an option if he ever. And that whatever you do will have a profound effect on her life — and on yours.”At home that night, at dinner, I paid close attention to Stephanie. I didn’t detect anything. I had never detected anything. Sure, she had been in my room and seen me naked, but that didn’t appear to have been planned as far as I could tell. Spying on me having sex twice could be significant evidence, but it could also just be curiosity. She read my journal so I could see her wanting to get an idea of what it was. As it turned out, only Anna and Maddie had had orgasms. They decided it would be a better party if they each had an orgasm, starting with Laura. As soon as this was established, Laura turned bright red and began backing away, saying "Hell no, I don't want to have my first orgasm be lesbian. Why can't I just masturbate?" But her friends would have nothing of it. Amanda held Laura and brought her into the wide open living room, where Holly and Kendall tore off her clothes. Laura, still.