Fenton slept fitfully; he had downed half a bottle of vodka on returning from his session with Hortense; he just wanted to wank incessantly, such was ...is perpetual desire for his new-found erotic preference. He smirked as he thought of the reason for which he had arrived at this strangely pleasurable situation. His desire for young girls now paled into insignificance, as though it had never been there; the thought of the woman who had shown him the way kept his cock stiff and erect as he lay in. As the night progressed, the cake was eaten, presents opened, and the younger k**s and their parents went home. A few friends and family stayed, drinking, talking, and having a good time. Someone suggested that, since it was my cousin's 18th birthday, he deserved a little adult fun, and a couple women started playing, giving him pole dances and pretending to strip for him. Sandy was one of them, and I watched with fascination and lust as she danced, bent over in front of him (black lace. But until this moment, he'd never turned her down either. Something was definitely wrong. On the other hand, she knew Travis better than anyone else on the planet. If he knew what she'd done, he'd have been pissed. He'd have been screaming and demanding to know who the guy was. He was angry about something but she was pretty sure that he didn't know about what she'd done.She got up and went towards their house. "I'll be waiting for you, Honey," she said. "Don't be long."As soon as she got into. Then I’d prepped it and glued the biggest, most expensive piece of canvas I’d ever used to it, stretching it and stapling it to the back of the board. Kate had worked with me to make sure the canvas was sealed tightly and that we didn’t bend the weave of the fabric.PCAD provided the canvas. I got the feeling Doc had pulled some strings with the Theater Department and traded off some work for a piece of their ultra-wide cotton duck. They used it for scenic backdrops. I bet Doc’s freshmen were.