My flimsy, and slightly cruel, attempt to divert her by pointing out that I wasn’t a slut didn’t have the desired affect and I eventually confesse... it was just that I was really shy and didn’t think anyone would want to kiss me. Apparently this was hysterical and after recovering from fits of laughter she went on to enlighten me about the major part hormones played in the lives of teenaged boys. This was news to me and despite her making some pretty broad generalizations she displayed a level. It just felt different. Laurissa didn't feel like going to the bathroom to see if the towels had been replaced.'Come on, ' she thought to herself forcefully. 'It's been a really rough night and you're just imagining things.' Even so, a deeper part of her answered, 'Someone has clearly been here, and you know it. Better to be on your guard.'She ignored those last thoughts and sat her purse on the small table beside the gadget. The hotel provided two chairs for the table so Laurissa pulled one. I slipped the new line on, grabbed the wet/dry vac from the garage, and sucked up all the water on the kitchen floor. After taking the vacuum back, and drying up the moisture from the rest of the countertop, I was ready to turn the water back on. “Belle, I’m going out to turn the water back on. Can you come in and watch for any leaks?” I hollered down the hallway towards her closed bedroom door. “Be right there, Brett. Just one sec,” she answered. I waited by the door, and, true. The fishing charter’s van dropped us off a few minutes before the scheduled 6 AM departure, 6 men and me. My husband had packed for my trip because I had to work hard the week before to prepare the office and he also packed my favorite vibrator and some condoms, a very clear hint, which angered me a bit at unpacking time. He made it clear that I could fuck around if I told him about it and loved other men seeing my body. The guys insisted on talking about my “gang bang party” the next day until.