He also knew how to build something he called a hogan that he said we could live in for the first winter." How were the hogans built?" I asked, wonder...ng if they were anything like mom and pap's wickiup."He said they had to have five sides to be traditional. He took poles and made a framework that looked like it was for a big tent. Then he laced branches between the poles, to form the sides. Finally, he covered everything with mud. He said it wouldn't be as warm as a house, but that we could. She gave me a quick hug and walked to her door turning and saying,"Thanks again, Good Night." With that she closed the door.I was working on a shoot and was gone for the next few days. On my dayoff I slept in only to be awakened by a soft knocking at my door.I put on a robe and opened the door. There was a gorgeous blonde in atight pair of shorts with a tray of food, coffee, and juice."Breakfast in bed for you sir." She walked in and set down the tray, sheled me to the bed. She looked at me,. It was mostly just an exercise to measure their writing skills. She really didn't care about what they did over the Summer. Most of the stories were boring anyway. But then she read one from a new student, a seventeen-year-old girl." Her name was Amanda. Her story wasn't about traveling or family get-togethers and such. No, her story was much, much different." How so?" I asked, almost wishing I hadn't."Hers was a story of sex ... sex in graphic detail. An uncontrollable urge that started when. One evening my wife was the one to come over to look for me. She had something she wanted me to do at the house. Instead of getting up to do it and come back I was giving her a hard time. The guys grabbing her ass and telling her to take everything off if she was going to stay did not seem to phase her at all. Instead, my wife took one of the guys freshly poured bourbon in his highball glass, and she tossed it back in one swig. A hot blonde woman who could drink bourbon straight impressed the.