Once through the door it was an opulent hall way with a hostess who too our entry fee and guided us to a cloak room where we could undress and safely ...tore our clothes and valuables from their we were given a guided tour of the premises. We were finally left in a bar area where drinks were charged to our wrist bands to be payed when we left handy as our clothing was minimal. In the lounge at that time were two couples and about ten guys eight of which we found suitable to our need from first. I said my goodbyes to the group, crossed the creek, and started up the longer trail to the right as guided by the map.About another mile in, the trail started to get narrower and very steep. The shade had disappeared a ways back and I stopped to catch my breath and drink some more water. I had vowed to eat my lunch at the vista at the top of the trail. I missed my hat, which I had left behind because the hike was advertised as shady, and my thighs were burning with the strain of the ascent.. She and I hadn't known each other when I moved in but we had become best friends over the course of the last two years of college. "Besides," she continued, "it's not like you need to study, that's all you ever do."I sighed, the topic being a sore point between us. She was right though, I worked hard to achieve my grades. Gina, on the other hand, seemed to be in college for the sole purpose of screwing every guy she could get her hands on. I spent most of that Sunday debating making a quick. I really had no interest in the magazine or it's content, but when the issues began to arrive I read them. I didn't believe for one minute that the letters in the magazine were real or if they were they were written by idiots. Real people didn't say things like "magnificent fuck stick" or "marvelous meat pole." And none of the people were ugly or ordinary looking; everyone had larger than average cocks and the women were all drop dead gorgeous. They were good for a laugh and so I generally read.