Here she was, in a luxury spa, being catered on hand and foot. She wondered about the massage and how much of a full body massage was a full body.She ...ut the robe on, locked her locker and went to the pool. A young girl, in her early twenties met her and showed her to a table and chairs. The table had a few light snacks on it and a glass of orange juice. She lay back in the chair, and drank the juice before going for a swim. The water was so refreshing. She swam leisurely up and down the pool a. "What now??" I asked, daring her to mention my lack of undies. "Nothing," she sobbed and ran away in the direction of the bed room. "Great," I thought, "now I have to go calm her down instead of having some fun." I followed her to the bedroom and found her sobbing on the floor with her hand down her undone pants. She saw me and tried to cringe to corner, as far away from me as she could, but I approached closer and sat down next to her. She was really crying, all the while not taking her hand. Most, probably all, of the stories that comprised my learning material were largely a figment of someone's imagination, but I hoped I was smart enough to tell buttermilk from sour milk and decide what was possible, what was probable and what was fabricated out of whole cloth. Patience and observation were going to be my best tools.I plopped down beside Mom, after handing her the glass. The movie was just starting and I turned up the volume so we could hear, then leaned back and put my arm. What do you have in mind?”“I have some pot and coke in the car. Do you want to party?”“Let’s go. I’m Buck, by the way.”“Buck, do you like to fuck?”She giggled when I told her my name. I followed her into the limo. The guys would understand after I told them about this hot girl. They’d never believe me.“I’m Bonnie. Pleasure to meet you.”She took a joint out of her purse and lit it. We shared it back and forth until it was done. She took out a mirror and cut up some coke. We each did some lines..