We agreed that we’d go in the mountains, at a nice hotel and spend a week-end there. The day came, I went to her town, and we headed together. It wa... starting to snow, but the weather was not to be scared of. When we got there the blizard really setted in. We checked in, and a few hours after we realised that there was nothing we could do outside. I was happier than ever. A had condoms, it al sounded good. seemed like a weekend full of fucking. We played some boardgames while hugging and. By the time we broke that kiss, I was absolutely then and there ready to be fucked and pleasured by this man. He just told me to stand up and get undressed and he would have me screaming in pleasure soon.My guilt about doing anything like this as a married woman had my mind in turmoil thinking about it all. But my need to be pleasured, and by this man had me caring nothing about marriage, nothing about a woman can't do this kind of thing.None of that mattered at this moment as I just stood up. There were a few who they both knew wouldbe problems, but would do their best to avoid them for as long aspossible.On the girls' side, she made it to the end of second period. RachelDigsby was a bitch with a capital B. She and her 'disciples' as theywere un-lovingly referred to cornered Jamie in the bathroom and didtheir own version of a strip search. Several friends of Jamie's came inright in the middle of the "search" and took care of Rachel and her crewin a most fitting way. Jamie didn't. Back then her stock answer had always been, that she was just a girl who loved to fuck, so why not get paid for it. That had been a long time ago, back in the early seventies. The question had come back today down at the beauty parlor. There had been a big vice raid in town the night before and it was in the morning papers. The police had raided a whorehouse just up the street and taken a half a dozen girls into custody. The girls at the salon were all talking about it and the question had come.