. You think this is going to happen again? What the hell is wrong with you?" Nothing's wrong with me," he snapped defensively. "You attacked me in my ...leep! What the hell is wrong with you? You told me you wanted me, and I believed you, and that’s after you cam home drunk. Helluva way to celebrate your recovery." But I…But….," Rachel stammered, as the tears streamed down her cheeks. "But I didn't think I would ever... no matter how drunk I got. I didn't... You don't understand…" it’s not what. I could endure the excruciating tedium of the trip because I so much wanted to play in the waves of that inland sea. We arrived after five hours of utter boredom, unrelieved by the sight of even a single car wreck.I always associated our trips to the lake, to our cottage, with the aroma of rubber, perhaps because of the two enormous inner tubs we kept in the shed. We would retrieve and roll them down to the shore almost as soon as we arrived. That weekend Lisa and I were in the water even. She was always asking him for sex.Amy was a very pretty girl but in her own mind sometimes she doubted her beauty. She was short being only 5'2" and weighing about 125lbs. Her breasts were a nice 34b cup size and her hair was dyed black with blue streaks and just under her ears. She had beautiful sapphire blue eyes and long dark eyelashes. She knew she didn't look like the other girls or even acted like most other girls.While other girls were buying short little skirts and skimpy clothes, Amy. Up came a whole list of links. She picked one and browsed through it for a few minutes. I moved the pointer when I saw something I liked, but she ignored me, intent on her search. She backed out of the link, and chose another. After a few minutes, she found what she was looking for; a little egg shaped vibe, attached by wire to a little butterfly. The butterfly had elastic bands attached to each wing. And there was a cordless remote. Rach opened a little chat window, which was weird,.