I had ignorantly, yet willfully, fallen into his gossamer. Mesmerised. Never at the beginning and middle of our encounter did he let on that he was in...control. Its success was in my complete obliviousness and delusion. Seamless, graceful entrapment. We began our walk in the park, which would have been disappointingly romantic were it not for the ominous overcast sky. Though he was 6 feet tall, I wished I hadn’t worn my platform shoes. I wanted to feel ever so small in his presence. The smaller,. I would throw some burgers or steaks on the grill, and we would have a brew or two. I think they came over more for the food than the company. It was 1975 and with the Vietnam war a recent memory, war-mongering types like me were not considered part of polite society to many younger people (he was 20, she was 19).Specifically, my military affiliation bugged Sheryl's husband. But I didn't let his negative remarks bother me. I had joined up because I believed in a free America. My Dad and his. “I know Janet, you don’t hide your jealousy to well,” Kim said.Kim went on to tell me that just about every time she looked at me when she was having sex with John she could see it in my eyes. Kim told me that was why she started sleeping out here in the living room. Kim also told me she seen it in my eyes at school when another girl even just looked at John.“Janet you can not go on like that, believe me I know how being jealous will rip not only yours but others hearts out as well.” Kim said. That naughtiness has long since subsided many years ago since she’s had k**s. But back then, it was really fun to enjoy when the mood struck her. So once she was drunk (and before she was naked), one of my favorite activities was to get her to talk about her favorite sexual positions as well as experiences she’d had with other guys. What can I say? She was hot – it turned me on . That's how I found out that I wasn’t the only guy that occasionally benefited from her flashes of naughtiness.This.