“Shall we drive back”, I asked. She agreed and we were back in my cabin. She started narrating her experiences with boys of her ageand how they we...e interested in loving and leaving. I told her that’s why marriage was created. She replied that she had seen her aunts and mother hopelessly stuck up in married life. She wanted to be free and she was enjoying her freedom.“We’ll then how about relieving me from the misery of married life, lets go for a movie”, I offered. And with a sparkle in her. I attended the drama group and found it to be much better than I had thought. I began to learn stage skills that would prove to be very worthwhile for later in my life. I also found a small group of friends who did not mind that I was small and that I was a bit weird with my desire to dance.A couple of years later I began high school, and while a dance class was an option, my dad interfered and told me that I had to do woodwork, much to my dismay.Needless to say, I had attended woodwork for. The problems she had hoped to solve or forget festered even more. It wasn't as simple as Rick had thought. She did like fucking with him. God, it drove her crazy with lust and she had phenomenal climaxes. Her body ached for days after he finished with her.But it didn't make her want Karen--or Rina--any less.She dreamed of them both, every night one or the other. And even worse, she began dreaming of them together, of being pinned between their writhing, naked bodies as they worked together to. THOSE DEVIL’S IN BAGGY PANTS How had I come to this point? How had I fallen in love with a wanton woman who turned out to have the same degree of loyalty as a hungry shark? Just how had my sweet Jenny turned into a cold-blooded assassin that killed my love with the same compunction she would have swatted a fly. Well, it was easy and natural, actually. After graduating from Cherry Creek High School in the southeast suburbs of Denver, I enrolled at Denver University. It was a good school and.