I'm not! I cried all night and most of the day after. I took a sick day and napped in the afternoon. I had the strangest dream that Jolene was with me... and she forgave me, and I took her into my arms. Then she became like mist, and my hands went through her. The gossamer filaments of her soul covered me like a second skin, and then slipped into me. We became one.I woke to find myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, with no remembrance of how I got there. There was a small flash of. She hated sex.Just imagine living the good life, she told herself. Never having to worry about paying the rent and where money for the fall wardrobe was going to come from. Weekends in Paris, vacations on the sandy beaches of Thailand, emerald-encrusted jewelry. Always the best of everything... and all she had to do was let him stick his thing into her. Ugh!It hadn't always been that way. As a schoolgirl she'd had the conventional romantic fantasies of swooning and melting away in some man's. We planned on staying four days in the mountains. That first night at camp, the park rangers held a huge campfire for everyone that was staying in the campground. Beside me were two young ladies that were camping as well. Not with our group, their 'closeness' to each other interested me.Being an outward person I greeted the 2 gals, but only icy stares were returned. It was at that moment I realized they were lesbians. So, I just sort of withdrew and sang with the group I was with, laughed and. ”“An then I walked in.” Elise said softly.“Yeah. At first I panicked. I was pissed at Bob. Then I looked at you and the girl and I figured to get one I had to take you both… and you weren’t going to know it was me so, what the hell.”“I swear, I did not know it was you. I had taken Lindsey out shopping for Bryan back during prom season. She told me she was still a virgin. I told her if she did not get laid at her senior prom I would show her how to fuck a guy right. She was home a little.