"Hey," she said again.He slapped her back. The leather strands spread and seemed to caress her smooth skin, touching her shoulder blades like the soft...fingers of a lover.She laughed. "Jesus. Here give me that." She straightened, took the whip, then "Hold out your hand, palm up"When he did, she swung it back and brought it flailing around hard so its ends lashed across his wrist."Shit!" he cried. Despite the sting, the sight of her swinging arm, the play of her delicate shoulders, the bounce of. I’ve never been with any guy before I don’t know how I’ll do in a relationship and how I can keep him happy”. She said, ” I’ve never gotten physical and the thought of getting physical with a stranger that my parents found is even weirder”. I was surprised on hearing that and at the same time my hard on went a mile extra. Well this is my time it’s now or never I gathered up all courage and I said: ” then why don’t we have a practice session with somebody that you know for ages before the real. ." She took a breath. "Like I want you to exploit me when we get home?" Oh, no, babe," I laughed. "I exploited you last time. This time you have to exploit me!"Laughing and giggling in relief, we drove back into the park, entered the trailer, and exploited the daylights out of each other.Life got back to a routine slowly. After a week or so, all the local places we visited, cafes and restaurants, the same places that had gotten used to Dan and his young friend, now were getting used to Dan and. Anyway, as a bartender you are a shoulder to cry on, a friend to talk to, and sometimes a lover to fuck. You also listen to the lives of countless people unfold. A silent partner to their sadness, anger, love, and life. SO, WHO CARES? Ok. So here is how I ended up with Sarah. She was drinking with some "friends" one saturday night, I walked out to smoke a butt, and when I came back in, the shit had hit the fan, her two girlfriends and one of their boyfriends were chewing her out, rightly so I'm.