It is dark, I can’t really see a thing. The pale moonlight that is falling through the window doesn’t help at all. Merely outlines, shadows. Shape...less silhouettes. The sound of my boyfriend, who had two or three drinks too much, snoring to my left, peacefully sleeping. The sound of his best friend, gasping, to my right.Touch me. Please, have the guts and touch me.I rest my head on my boyfirends chest. The sound of his heart beating calm and soothing fills my ear.A deep sigh to my right, when I. .," I begged. "You're a polite mother fucker aren't cha'. Just shut up and fuck."I thought he was going to split me in two. I begged him to take it out but Mark just laughed, pulling slowly out and then pushing back in. He held firmly on my ass and laid across my back when I tried to squirm away. Eventually I knew there was no way I could squeeze out of this man's grasp as he lay across my back and pushed further into my ass.I felt him reach around and grab my dick. I was surprised that it was. Is all that pretty brown ass for me?” I look over my shoulder smiling and replied. “It’s fit for a King to bury his face in, kiss it, caress it, then breed it slow.” Damn, he is not playing around!Frank heads my way with a surprise he asks. “Have you ever had a pot cookie before?” I shake my head no; Frank opens the container and breaks off two pieces of a great smelling oatmeal cookie. He walks over and pulls me close enough to grab hold of both my ass cheeks. He dangles the cookie out of his. Why don't I just start over. Hi, my nameis Karen... well, "most" of the time my name is Karen... Let's not go thereagain!If you think that was confusing, you can imagine how I must feel.This is not the story of the beginning, nor is it really about wherethings stand now, it's simply about some things that happened over thelast several months. Now that I think about it though, I guess I haveto tell you at least a little bit about the beginning, so you canunderstand what I'm talking about.I.