We call it Skinny-dipper Island because the guys used to strip and spend the entire outing naked; you know ... a kind of 'Getting back to Nature' type...of thing. We could bring the girls over there in a canoe and have the canoe tip over as we get there, forcing them to take their wet clothes off so they can dry out." That's a great idea! What made you come up with it?" Hey, I'm a guy! Imagining ways to get girls to take their clothes off is a full-time job. Besides, I was just there with Pete,. We were growing up together and even though I was teased for hanging out with girls, even though I was ridiculed and called names, my four best friends always stood up for me. They told me that nothing would ever separate us or ruin our wonderful friendship. That meant everything to me and I knew I would always have their support no matter what happened. Even my parents were realizing the close bond the five of us had. I knew that dad was having a bit of trouble with it at times but he was. I thought he was the one, you know? We were each others’ first.”She looked up at me, her lip twitching down into a frown. “It wasn’t all your fault, what happened the other night. You told me you had a girlfriend. You dropped it into the conversation a propos of nothing. That should have clued me in right there that you weren’t interested, but I just—I just needed—““You don’t have to explain,” I said.“Have you ever been dumped?”“No.”“It fucks with your head! Things between me and Tom weren’t. By now she got a pizza every week that was soaked and literally swimming in jizz. And every week she paid full price and tipped the delivery guy with a blow job. As she waited for the pizza to arrive she put suction cups on her nipples to enlarge them even though they were already the size of her pinky finger. As she looked down on herself she wondered if she should get more tattoos. It had been a very long day when she got hers done. Right above her pussy it read ?for torture use only?, she.