Then Kimberly hit a booming shot with the wind at her back,and I knew I wasn't going to win this hole. But the ball rolled into the creek that crossed...the middle of the fairwayand she had to take a penalty shot. Christie and I both cleared the creekwith our second shots, and we were both on the green with our third.Kimberly's second shot was short of the green, and with the penalty, shewas laying four with her chip to the green. We all two-putted, soChristie and I tied and Kimberly owed both of. This deception, and screwing her best friends, was too much for Diane. They liquidated everything and Diane moved back to Westport, CT to be near her parents.Now 18 months since the divorce, you would barely recognize Chris. He now lives in an 950 square foot rented condominium near downtown Indianapolis, IN. No more of the good life in the burbs. He was very despondent, bordering on hopeless. It was not easy to live the life he was currently living after the life he had. Taking menial jobs to. She was a bright girl in glasses and brown hair. Another would-be artist, but well read and witty. And a virgin. I can just tell. Most of these girls were virgins, whether because of their geek girl natures or just inability to get guys to ask them out. Jennifer is actually the exception.The thought of having Lisa’s slim body and little breasts underneath me was quite a vision. Wasn’t going to happen. She and I went on a date once, and while it was fun, I could tell she wasn’t ready to give it. A soreness in my ass calledto me. I stroked absently at the feminine clothes I was wearing. I feltuneasy, but yet one more look at those insistent dark eyes staring at meand I could say nothing but "Yes... yes that only makes sense... as longas I'm going to be a prostitute I should definitely be efficient..."He nodded sagely, leading me out to the street. He unlocked a small redsedan parked on the street and motioned me inside. I sat down, cumspreading across my ass. He got in the driver's seat.