Sometimes, the guys would say they didn’t have one, but the girls always carried them in their purses. I guess all the advertisements about Herpes a...d Aids had sunk into everybody’s brains. Nobody wanted to die having sex.Brian was cool and bought a keg. The rules were if you planned on drinking, you had to turn in your keys. If you planned on drinking, you had to stay the night. There was a large bowl by the door. Once everybody was there, Brian removed the bowl and put it in a secure. I did go to York University on an academic scholarship, and the last time I saw Brittany, she was a shampoo gal at Super Cuts. How times change. I am a smart woman and a hard worker, but I am seldom given my dues. The world isn’t kind to women like me. At York University, I thought I found my knight in shining armor when I met Timothy Henderson, a tall, red-haired and green-eyed Englishman who moved from Gloucestershire, England, to attend Queen’s University in Ontario, Canada. I don’t know. Outside of Vegas, at that quiet remote ranch where we had stashed our two kidnapped cults last week, I was beaming with delight at two brand new acquisitions, my darling wife Dawn and her equally treacherous and slutty sister Diana.Both were nude and strung up together with a sturdy rope hanging from a stout beam in the barn. I'd left their feet free so that they could thrash about helplessly and their mouths ungagged so that I could hear them scream, in fact I was hoping they would scream .... Being a good guy, I stuck my head in from the corner to see my younger sister Cathy curled up on the chair. I did not have to ask, why; because it was 3rd or 4th time in the last 2 months, I saw her like this with a beer can in her hand and crying her eyes out. As she saw me walking in and getting close to her; of course, she repeated the story of her latest lover boy walking out and she was discouraged, disappointed and devastated too.With a deep sigh, I sat by her side on the sofa chair and.