She’d been doing what we call “couch-surfing” for about a year, trading pussy for food and lodging. She enjoyed the fuckee too.“Why did you ta...k to me,” I asked. The man she was last with was mean and she wouldn’t go back there.We went after her small bag of possessions and there was no confrontation. I was a lot bigger. She was “mine” now.I had a friend from the States that I got together with from time to time. He was surprised when he met Ya-wen and said he envied me. He didn’t know how to. Then I bite the exposed shoulder next to your neck. The noise you make is exquisite. But I hand you another bottle of water and tell you to get moving.After a little while, I can tell by the way you've changed your gait that your bladder is starting to become more uncomfortable. I smile, and begin looking towards the sides of the path. After a little while I spot what I want-a rock at the base of a tree. I stop us there and ask if you still need to pee. "Yes," you say, almost shyly. You move. Five of the others were only two away. Tran, the new girl, silenced by stage fright, had forfeited her last question, and was short by three.It was the most evenly matched game anyone could remember. That was partly luck, but also skilled play; one of the goals was to get as many players as possible as close to winning as could be."The next question is..." The girls held their breath while Mr. Marshall drew the slip from the owl cookie jar and read it off. Several of the girls could barely. Sometimes I would see Karen every day, but then she would disappear for a week or so. Another thing about Karen was the tracksuits, she was never out of them. She would train in one until the sweat seeped through, but it never came off in the gym. The change came in mid-June. The AC at the gym decided that it didn’t want to play anymore. Most folks went home and some of those who stayed lost a couple of pounds in that sauna. Even I was thinking of heading home when Karen walked in. Her routine.