I resented her hours upon hours of sex with Don, and she blamed me for the whole out-of-control situation in the first place. Neither of us ever came out and verbalized our feelings, but it was right beneath the surface, palpable. Don and Anita didn't call us right away. The following Thursday ...
By the time we called room service, they asked us if we wanted to order off the lunch or breakfast menu. We both chose the latter. It was a beautiful day. The smell of the Kona coffee was invigorating, the fresh pineapple slices divine. We lazed about, then slowly changed ...
When I first met Terri, the attraction was purely physical, at least for me. The blond hair, the big rack, that impossibly small waist, she was—still is—a Barbie Doll. She had the look of a spoiled sorority girl, the kind of girl you take for a ride, but not the kind you bring home to mother.I pr...