’ ‘Excellent,’ I replied. ‘Thanks for last night.’ Liz was a friend of Stephanie’s. I had known her for a few years, but only as a friend ...f my girlfriend. We had never really talked, partly because I found Liz very attractive and an attractive friend of a girlfriend is tricky territory. I wanted her to like me but I didn’t want to flirt, at least not in a way that would give Stephanie concern. ‘Thanks for coming over. I like seeing you guys.’ ‘We had a great time.’ ‘You’re the first boyfriend. She would only fuck you if you wore the condom which she supplied. Those were the rates set by the service and the service often told her what to collect. She was allowed to keep all tips. The thing about call girl services is she only keeps half of the fee and some nights she wouldn't get more than one or two calls. The hour or so was really more like two with drive time. Not only was there the cost of the car and gas that she was footing, but she was paying for the motel room where she. The fridge and cupboards were bare, and it was long past time that I did something about it. Time for a drive into town, to take care of the matter.The nearest civilization was about a 20-minute drive, just north to Dangriga, a modest little town along the coast. For any serious shopping, I'd have to go further, to Belmopan (which looked like about a 40-minute drive, inland) or all the way up to Belize City (maybe an hour), but for a grocery run, Dangriga would do fine. Many of the roads down. I’m not. This story is my confession and my acceptance of what I am deep inside, a closet predator. When we were younger we had fooled around. My older Step-Sister, Kiara, any my younger Step-Sister, Kiana, and I would beg our Step-Dad to let us sleep in the camper we owned. He would relent and the 3 of us would get up in the top bunk and the shorts would come off. We’d enjoy 2 or 3 hours of mutual exploration, put our clothes on, and go to sleep cuddling. My Step-Father eventually put a stop.