I knew she would start moaning loud if I go any further. I slowed down and softly told in her ears that we will go out. We took a cab and went to Anna...��s home. It was a beautiful home, as beautiful as she is. We started kissing from the moment we enter and slowly sat in the sofa. Hmmm her tongue was playing with mine, it was so juicy and tasty. Kept playing with her hair and slowly started caressing her neck.She was enjoying it like anything. Slowly reached her honey pot and pushed her to the. .." That's the understatement of the century." Listen, Matt, there's no need to get nasty. I've made mistakes, butthey largely the result of trying to be someone I wasn't. No matter whatyou may think, this isn't one of my mistakes. I finally feel like I'mgetting it right." God simply doesn't make mistakes," Matt said, with the kind of primauthority he could effect at times like this.Matt wasn't especially religious, but he did go regularly to church. Byprofession, he was a corporate. This season was different. It was a girls camp. The only males were instructors, more interested in the female instructors than the little girls they supervised.Christen was no longer a child, being nearly old enough to be a counselor herself. She would have loved the chance to scare up some action of her own. Unfortunately it rained nearly the whole two weeks. Rain coats or cold weather outfits were not going to entice the men.So most of her idle time was spent wondering what Helen was up to.. (I later worked out she hadn't told me about him because we were so comfortable together, and while he was on long hauls, she retreated into our oasis. The evening I found out was unpleasant for me, but I digress.)Linda began showing signs of being abused after a while. Little things, you know, like a black eye or a scratch, some lame-assed excuse where they came from. I asked her, and she always blew it off as if she'd been the one to cause the problem.One evening there was a terrible pounding.