Please, dont judge before you hear me out okay? I had heard that one before, but okay. What the heck. Karen started to tell me her story: This happene... a few weeks ago, she said. Her dad walked up the stairs, heading for Karens room. She wasnt in. Her clothes lay scattered over the floor. Karen? he yelled. I am in the bathroom, dad. Her dad stepped into the bathroom, which was near her room. Karen was sitting on the edge of the bath, cutting her toenails. She only wore panties since she just. Jon was good to his word even though he arrived at my office door with a sting of expletives on his lips."That fucking whore, shit-for-brains... manager!" (his worst swearword)."She's only gone and changed her mind again, the stuff we've done so far will be fucking ruined if she carries on being such a cunt." One thing about Jon, he was so refined in his language.He threw the bundle of papers he was carrying, onto the side of my desk and slumped into the spare chair."So, what is it that she. His hair is done, his complexion is good, and I lovehis new style in clothes. More unisex, as I told you before." You would look better if you would be more like him." Me. No way. The others guys think the same." Susan, it just seems that the last two times we have been together withthe other couples, the men are in one area and the women in another allnight. It is like two private conversations going on with each grouptaking about the other, and with Jerry running between us, like a. Well, no, that's not fair. It was an idea that we came up with when we were chatting on line and I suppose that we developed it together.Our correspondence began when Inga sent me an email after reading one of my stories on the internet. She had been very aroused by the story and she sent me an email to tell me how much she enjoyed it. Her email included a picture of herself. She was very attractive. It was a modest picture of her in a little black dress. She was not in the nude like so many of.