Becky apologized, telling Lori that she was not "like that." Lori said that it was her fault and that she should not have made a pass at her. That was...the end of it. They quickly finished showering and never spoke of it again. Going to an all-women's college, Becky knew lots of lesbians, some were even good friends of hers, but none ever came on to her after that incident in the shower; Lori had spread the word that Becky was straight. As she was thinking of the incident with Lori, Becky's hand. ....I began crying again the minute I walked in Linda's door she sat me downand produced a bottle of wine. Once I had calmed enough, I began to tellher the story right from the start. She listened nodded asked questionsat the right time and let me go on until we were up to tonight."He really is a snake that man wish I had realised it sooner and you knowthere is something else about him not sure what it is but his lifestylethe car the house the clothes he buys can't al come from his salary.". "Let´s look where we might best do it"..We went in. She showed me around. I scanned for a fine place to tie her up.She knew that. Pretended she didn´t. My mind smiled: "Classy sexy teaser".Finally, at the attic, we entered her exercise room. "We´re there, Poet PETER".She nodded. "You look lovely in that dress, dear. Give me access, please..We know what you want from me". She kept gazing at me as she obliged.She undressed slowly. A sexy slip the last garment to leave her lovely looks.Her eyes. I stepped to Bruno’s microphone and, amazingly, managed to speak.“Sorry, technical problem. Uh, give us a sec.”Another titter rippled through the crowd. I knew my face was beet red and it wasn’t from the stage lights. As I turned away from the mic, I hissed at Bruno.“Tune your bass, man!”He played each string for me until the culprit was found. His ‘A’ string was low, but he was completely lost trying to fix it under pressure.“No, the other way!” I urged, as the string visibly slackened.After.