One day a friend of mine invited me to her birthday party and she said we'd drink a lot and I had to ask someone to bring me home. She suggested that ...I ask Max. I thought what a great idea! Like that, I could ask him to stay the night with me and who knows... Something could happen between us. Two weeks later, came the famous party. I’m so nervous but very excited. When I think of the night I’d prepared for Max, I get wet just thinking about it. We were now at the party, we drink and we dance.. She did have hair between her legs, not much, just a little rectangle above the plump split of her pussy. She was beautiful.She got her son quieted down and put him back on the mattress, then turned to go back down the hall. Right at the doorway, she stopped and turned around."Alan, have you ever seen a naked girl before?"Well, I admit I had been looking at her quite intently, committing every curve and feature of her magnificent body to memory for my jack-off session in bed later."Um, no, I. And I mean, just now. Like . . . eight minutes ago.’ ‘And?’ Gary sighed. ‘The user name is ‘Ianmyway.’ Son of a bitch.’ ‘Gary,’ I said. ‘What’s the bid?’ He sighed again. ‘Twenty-five thousand dollars.’ I dropped my phone. *** I was shaking as I left work. Gary arrived to pick me up, and said nothing as I got in the car with him. He lit a cigarette, passed it to me, and I took it with twitching fingers. Twenty-five thousand dollars, I thought. The amount was ridiculous. That much money? Just to. I found a dial that illuminated the room. I found that too bright a light hurt my eyes, so I left it low and noticed a mirror nearby. I was cured of what ailed me. The concussion was history. The wounds and sprains, strains and lacerations were healing or healed completely. Even the lash mark across my shoulder from Catwoman’s whip was a faint, greenish line. I took water from a nearby sink, wishing it were vodka. I downed several handfuls from the tap and took a deep breath. Feeling better, I.