She stood there with a bottle of vodka, a bucket of ice, and a bottle of orange juice. She asked, "How about a screw . . . driver?" Great double enten...re, again, for a young woman. I invited her in. She must have had another drink or two because the odor was pretty strong. I asked why she wasn't in her room, and she said, "You were so nice to me, I had to do something nice for you. Can I at least thank you with a drink?"Now, I'm not a drinker. Maybe a glass of wine with dinner. Out of courtesy,. I didn't understand anything that had happened. I got out of the service. I went to college with my GI Bill benefits. I was still a virgin. I thought I would stay that way forever. But I was enjoying college and making friends. I finished college and started working at a bank in town. I didn't think about Virginia much anymore. Three years later I got a letter. It was from Virginia. She had made contact with my mother who gave her my address in the college town. Virginia explained that she had. Her pussy was on fire as she thought about the brunette from the bar and she just couldn’t stop herself dabbing a couple of fingers into her hot little box. She had to see her again. But how? Three days later, Kirsty’s memory of the brunette from the bar had almost completely evaporated and that night at the bar had been chalked up as one of many drunken college nights. However that afternoon in the laundrette her consciousness was suddenly rejuvenated. As the blonde rifled through her laundry. At last she stopped teasing him. She had her husband lie alongside herand put her hand over his. "That was wonderful," she said. "I am goingto keep you locked for a long time, Cherry. You are going to model allsorts of sexy outfits for me and then use your mouth as if you were mylesbian lover. Poor baby. You wanted chastity and now you're gettingit, plenty of it, until you overload and even after that. How do youfeel about that?" Speaking softly, he told her, "It's what I want. Ifyou.