Then I thought about your genuine offer to "help" me, so I finally decided it was be okay," she admitted, her voice trailing off, " I'm sorry for taki...g advantage of you."I was even more flabbergasted than before: such a sophisticated explanation from one so young. I didn't have much time to think about it, because Hailey was once again fondling my erection. I thought the least I could do would be to answer her intimate questions."Apology accepted! So tell me what you would like to know," I. I lay, feeling the waves begin to dissipate. God, what a good orgasm!Later, having showered and put on new clothes ("We always seem to be washing up in this relationship," Oliver had one of his characters say in WET WEEKEND) I sat at the computer and wrote Oliver (or Mark: I thought of him as both) back."Thanks for the letter," I told him. "It really turns me on to think that the Golden Shower scene was written especially for me. You will be happy to know I masturbated over that scene as I read. "If we do not, there will be trouble, long-term. My job, as it has been defined to me as 'warden of the male concubine holding area' is untenable, long-term, for anything but the most hardened group of what must necessarily be prisoners." We have unregistered females in the brothels," I pointed out." ... And we will always have a small number of males," Gonzalo agreed, "but for the stability of our society, that number must be very small. It comes down to a situation that you already face with. "Okay," he said.Brit sighed. "Fine," she agreed.So here it was. On this next hand, one of the three would have to lose something important. It was two chances to one that it would be one of the girls. And that meant she would have to be exposed to his eyes for the rest of the weekend. He grinned in anticipation as the cards were dealt.That grin immediately fell from his face. He had nothing. Absolutely nothing.Well, he still had a second chance. He kept the single King in his hand and asked for.