I was in the pro circuit,” she told him.“There’s a pro circuit?”“Oh, yeah! These are the pageants that work up to a bigger pageant. You don�...�t think they just round up fifty girls and send them to the Miss America Pageant, do you? No, you work up from a state pageant which is fed from county pageants, which come from town pageants. And believe me, there are no participation trophies. There’s real money involved, too, scholarships and stuff. They have coaches and costumes and beauticians.”“Huh! I. So much, but so differently now, not with the animalistic carnality of the afternoon, but with the tenderness he felt. He wanted to make love and come with her over and over again, but slowly, gently, and with a more quiet passion that was no less powerful. Her thighs opened and he moved slowly entering her, savouring it, moving in and out, slightly more inside each time. He thought if he were a painter of the calibre of the ones they had seen this day, he would love to paint Juliana now,. Gerry happened to be black. I'd heard all the stories and was naturally curious.I found out that the stories were true, at least as far as Gerry went. And Gerry went pretty far -- far inside me, that is. I really enjoyed the night we had sex. I emulated my husband and didn't stay the night with Gerry, though we both wanted me to. When I got home I told my husband all the details.He listened until I was finished. Then we just went to bed. It was almost 3AM. The next day he seemed distant and. "I believe it's called an orgasm, Sheila. It looked like it was a damn good one too." I speared her with a look before continuing, "And I was the one who gave it to you. Don't forget it."I was being an ass again, but dammit, I was hurt. I had known Sheila since she was 4 years old and had never hurt her. But last night she chose to act like I had raped her and couldn't wait to get rid of me.The look that passed over Sheila's face almost made me regret my flippancy. She didn't stay down for long.