They couldn’t believe it all. They had asked 100 questions about filming, and had all sworn they were going to do it too. It was nuts. I had somehow...taken a dare and turned it into a great night. Some of them wanted to borrow tapes, and I refused, but I offered to show them anytime they wanted to stop by. I k** you not, some of them did. Some of them wanted to see co-workers getting fucked, especially the bitches, Some wanted to see more of one particular girl, and some just wanted to watch. Maybe when she came back, Hazuki woke up and looking for food.She scanned their two bedroom apartment looking for the signs of her blonde girlfriend. The ravenette didn't see her girlfriend. "She must be still asleep and tired from our lovemaking last night." She thought. She proceed to their kitchen for her to prepare their breakfast. As she put their food in the counter, she swipes her sweaty forehead with her hands. It was very hot outside. Good thing that she wears Hazuki's loose white. I was lucky to beable to dress up once a month, if that.~ ~ ~Six years passed. Mother never caught me dressed up again. Father was aworkaholic, Mother was starting her personal cocktail hour by fouro'clock, and the happiest times in my life were the two weeks I spent atGrandma's house every summer. She lived in a beautiful house on the LakeCoeur d'Alene south of town and was a happier, nicer person than eitherof my parents. She let me do what I wanted, and didn't mind if I spent agorgeous. She carried a women’s study Bible with commentary by an author whose name I vaguely recognized. I even caught a slight whiff of perfume this morning – something I was certain she didn’t usually wear – when she leaned over to kiss me and wrap me in a brief hug before turning to lock her door.Traffic being surprisingly heavy for a Sunday morning, we arrived with just a couple of minutes to spare before the service’s 11:00 start time. Her church home was a small, relatively nondescript white.