I hope to see you around", I told him as I left the store.I threw the groceries into John's truck and jumped into the seat. "You're a hoe", John said ...s he laughed at me. "I know how to get a job done", I retorted. After a few minutes on the road back to camp I leaned over and gave John another blowjob.When we got back I told Sherrie I needed a shower. "You don't like being our cum slut!", she said. "Ha, I need a change of clothes too", I told her. As I was showering, Sherrie came into the. "Good idea," she said, swishing her soft gown about her long legs. "I'll fix you some cocoa." She had on high-heeled slippers, also blue and there was a wide blue ribbon in her hair. She was almost as tall as he was in those shoes. He watched her put a heavy mug into the microwave.Once he was in his stocking feet, he crossed the room and sat where she gestured and sipped the hot chocolate, holding the mug in both hands to warm them. She sat opposite him and crossed her long legs.Maria Tomlinson. Then he died. He was on his way home one night from the local bar and had drunk too much. A dog crossed the road and he lost control of the car and hit a tree. I cried for weeks and it wasn’t really until I met Jack that I got over him, and maybe I never will. They say your first fuck stays with you until you die. “Baby, you got to stop it, it is not polite,” I whispered over my shoulder. “God, I am so horny, can’t we just run to one of the cabins and fuck real quickly?” he whispered back. . . I knew. Like man-woman knowledge," he said. "And you did too, if you're honest about it. She gave you plenty of warning. And she's been wearing the clothes you said you liked, not her goth look. That's not by accident."So what should I do now? I asked in exasperation."It's your life, not 'ours.' Do what you want."She had that patient look on her face."Did you and Martinez thrash out an answer yet?" What? Oh, well. Um. No. He said I should do what I want." And that is... ?" she calmly.