Then Marie asked her daughter why Hiroshi had pretended to be so shy at the resort. Jane answered that Japanese are quite private people usually, so m...ny things are kept hidden from public view. When Brad suggested that Jane and Hiroshi should go to find a quiet place, Hiroshi became embarrassed at Marie being present. He was not shy about going with Jane, but he was embarrassed at doing so while Marie was present.Finally, Marie asked Jane about the Yakuza who had cum on her hair in the hotel.. I mean ‘porn’.”“What do you see as the difference?” Chess asked.Harry sat back and thought on that for a moment.“Chess, in my opinion, the biggest difference is this. Both are roads to an orgasm. Erotica is the slow and scenic trip through the park, by the waterfront, up into the hills for a stunning view of the city at night, and then to the orgasm for a nightcap and romantic music.“Porn is a Detroit heavy-metal muscle car running the quarter mile and the orgasm is the finish line.”“Okay, so. He was going to finish this once and for all.Where was the bloody hammer? Where were those damn nails? He was going to nail her! He would nail her breasts to the Oak!Impervious indeed! What folly! He could feel the anguish and the terror with which she was fighting him. He could sense her weakness! The intensity of the charade was sapping her energy and blocking all thinking.It was opaque. All of it. None of it was true. She lived in a three bedroom suburban house with a husband called Charles. Well before I went to the bar I had to get ready because in my mind I knew what I wanted that night. I have had Sex with guys before but nothing like what was to come. So in the shower I cleaned my self and then gave myself a enema I wanted to be clean for just in case I found a guy that was down to fuck the shit out of me. So it was a few hours and I drove to the local gay bar down town I was so suprized how much fun I had at the bar I had a few drinks and had been approached by a few guys but.