She was not the sharpest knife in the cutlery box, but then she bordered on the desperate and it must have been difficult hanging out with our selecti...e group with our long legs, long hair and traits that drove men to inseminate.We all knew we had what it took for a piece of tail on a night out in Stockholm's night clubs, or an overnight cruise on the Birka Lines boat to Åland, with cabin hopping and cock sucking, as part of a girls oral education.She never really got going, mainly due to her. Then I saw a picture of Sadie and me. She was wearing a beautiful blackdress, sleeveless and knee length. Sophisticated and elegant. She wasnice enough at the premiere, asking what I was doing and telling meabout her latest project, a play that was opening in L.A. at the MarkTaper Forum. I hoped that we could remain friends but I had readsomewhere that 'actors were Bedouins, making camp for a while and thenmoving on.'I was flicking through Twitter, when the phone rang. 'Chloe.'I smiled. "Hey. “I talked to my mom about hooking me up with birth control.”“Did she freak out?”She chuckled, “No, not at all. She admitted to being relieved. She thought I was gay. She did ask me if you were pressuring me into having sex.”I was shocked, “I ... I would never.”She sighed loudly, “I know that, but if we start doing ... things, I might not be able to stop.”“So, you’re not afraid of me. You’re afraid of yourself?”“Exactly. These feelings ... they’re all so new to me. I hate them. They make me. I learned another hard truth during that first week, too. Spending as much time in the car as I did all summer long didn't do anything for my conditioning. By the end of the week, I didn't think there was a muscle left anywhere in my body that wasn't complaining of abuse. By the end of each day I could hardly walk, and even talking was a chore. Fortunately, I discovered the rejuvenating effects of the whirlpool. I became a frequent visitor to the trainer's rooms at the end of the day.Spencer,.