We'll make a deal with ya. Double or nothing. By that I mean you winyour off Scott free. I win you have to do whatever we say....All of us."I hardl... even thought about it, "Sure, you got a deal."With that said we headed right over to the game and started it up. Theother girls moved over to watch. Now that they were out of they're seatsI couldn't believe how sexy they looked. Specially to be just sittingaround having a few drinks. But I didn't pay to much attention to thatand was. A woman can achieve orgasm either through stimulation of the clitoris or the G-spot. Most women masturbate, even married ones.”She continued looking at me. I could see the wheels beginning to turn. Let’s go inside,” I said. “I want to show you something.”We went inside to her computer. I sat down and launched Firefox. I goggled “men’s genitals.” Naturally I got over 500,000 hits. I picked one of the top ones. It showed a picture of a limp penis and an erect one, plus an anatomical. It was a man’s voice, and it wasn’t quite a cry. Whatever it was ― a grunt? a gruff sigh? ― it happened just as a mattress spring popped in the bedroom above my own. Finally, I knew what I’d been hearing. I put the phone in its cradle the phone and slunk back to bed.Turns out I had moved into an echo chamber: The voices upstairs went out their bedroom window, hit the brick wall across the way and bounced back into my virgin ears. I’d become a bat, modeling my environment in sound, and I was. It meant he would continue giving her the treatments. What’s more, when he did, she could be honest with him. She could tell him all the nasty things she felt, she could expose her heart, and it was safe. He explained to her that he would disregard anything she said while she was getting her treatment. None of it would change how he saw her. He believed that she was a good, virtuous young woman, even if she knew that she was absolutely his.As far as everyone else was concerned, Craig was her.