Smiling and giggling when an area was tickled, Samantha continued debating a relationship in her mind.Lani finished; taking a step back to be sure she...d completed her task. Then she used the same towel to quickly dry herself, tossing it onto the toilet. She took Samantha's hand, leading her back to the bedroom.“What are you doing?” Samantha wondered.“I'm tired of you being so wishy washy. I'm in the mood and I know you are too. Don't say a thing just come to bed with me.”Samantha quieted down,. . I'm going to write more about it in another chapter because it's quite complicated and interesting at the same time -- at least I think it is. It's definitely not the kind of relationship I ever pictured myself in. I hope you're not getting bored. Well let’s get something steamy going, shall we? How about I'll tell you about my very first masturbation experience? I was just over 16 when I started to explore myself. I was quite shy back then. I was getting a lot of attention from boys but. She said something about my language; what the fuck, has she never heard or used the word 'fuck'? What the fuck was I dealing with here, a Miss Prissy? She said something about screaming if I didn't remove my hand. I had to counter this real fast or I would miss my chance with her. I went into 'hood' mode and explained to her that wasn't a good idea. She shut up. In a roundabout way, she told me she was thirty-seven years old. I had read somewhere that, at that age, she was now beginning her. Maybe it was just the kind of men I picked. I mean God damn it, I'm getting close to being forty fucking years old and I don't have a home of my own or a husband or any kids.Living from night to night, sleeping all day, playing cards and running con games isn't really the life I foresaw for me. There are so many nights that I laid there awake in my bed or someone else's bed and dreamed of the way my life was supposed to be. I knew this guy when I was in college. He was a really nice guy. He.