‘My good man, how nice to see you, welcome, welcome. Let me show you to your bungalow, come, come, mustn’t dally old chap, we have a gathering of ...the masses, perfect timing for the intro.’ He turned and strode towards the side door and a long covered walkway. I had no option but to follow him. ‘Over there is the swimming pool, attire optional by the way. Down there is the Common room and Dining hall, and down here is your bungalow.’ He glanced at the key to see which number it was, and. Only the loser had to remove a piece of clothing. Before we started, everyone had removed their socks and shoes. The play was going pretty even when Tom said that the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted. I wasn’t too worried because I was the only one that hadn’t lost a hand yet and said okay just because everyone else was for it.Wouldn’t you know it? I lost the next two hands in a row. I couldn’t believe it. I was already down to my underwear and was really sweating the next hand. Truth. ”“Sorry, sorry for what? You have nothing to feel sorry about, you did well, and I fucking loved it, so thanks mate.”With that, he moved closer & I felt his hand land on my back, and start to slowly caress it, as he continued, “Well, I am sorry for freaking out like that, it was such a shock, I don’t remember ever shooting a load that powerfully before and cumming with such a massive load, and with a fucking bloke for fucks sake, it blow my mind a bit.”One fucking great grin filled my face, and. We ended up focusing on the writing.She’d chosen a difficult path. The chances of getting published were always slim at best, especially for unknown authors. It was the early 00’s, and online options were still pretty rare as well.We talked about her interests (fiction), and her favourite writers (high-toned authors like Faulkner, Lawrence, O’Connor). I asked if she’d ever managed to get anything published.“Only on the ‘net, but not for cash,” she replied quietly.“On-line?” I asked. I knew.