Sometimes less. The last time was three months ago. He seems to like his golf buddies better than me." She sobbed, a total loser. We were sitting on m... ratty old couch. I patted her well-toned shoulder. She worked out. I didn't. "There, there," was all I could think to say. "There, there." "Fuck me!" she begged. "Please! Please fuck me! Fuck me hard, you fucking hippie!" We were in each other's arms in a dickthrob. We began on the couch and ended on the floor. Her tits weren't big but they were. "They were serious about thedangers of this arcane contest, eh? Review the rules again, for me, wouldyou Asor?"Asor smiled, for it was well known the duke had the attention span of afly. "Count Remer is the lore expert, my lord. Ask him to refresh yourmemory."The duke drew his polished sword from its sheath and pointed to thefrozen figures near the pavilion entrance. "Remer is there, third fromthe left." Ah! Fine, but listen this time. So. The first to reach the tower roomand grasp the sceptre. I wondered if she meant the men's room or the women's but when I got tothe bathroom it was a moot point as there was only one.I walked in and spied three people standing at the urinals. Two dressedin jeans, clearly men, and one woman in a short skirted dress. Beyondthat was the rows of toilet stalls, and finally the last one.The stall door creaked as it opened revealing Camille, her arms spreadand pressed against the walls. Her shirt was gone now and her breastshung open to the air, her. Sam was done with her degree program and all she had to do was submit her dissertation and defend it. I picked her up one Monday night and she told me that she could start seeing me every night of the week from then on."I posted my last film on Saturday. I'm all yours now baby."That night's sleep-over lasted until Thursday and I did have to admit that waking up next to Sam every morning and then starting our day together was very nice. That night when I picked Linda up at the airport she asked.