"We don't mind. We'll preserve your honor. Every time the story comes up around a campfire, and that'll be every trip, we'll make sure to mention you ...chickened out." Scooter, you wouldn't..." she stopped for a second, and sighed. "Yeah, I guess you would. Christ, I hope my folks don't find out." Michelle Rawson, Wild Woman of the Grand Canyon," Scooter shook her head. "Do you know how many stories about you are floating around? How many are true? How many have they heard? How much do they. ?I don?t know?I?m beginningto be bored with her,? Ivan complained.?What? Why?? Carlos wassurprised.?I had her for over 5 yearsnow. I?m thinking of taking a second.??She been disobedient???No??Lazy???Not really??Then why think of taking asecond?? ?Why not?? Ivan argued. ?Ihave the money to afford a second and I wouldn?t mind a little variety.?????????? Carlos nodded. In a way he could understand why his friendwould want variety. He admits to himself this was also a reason for him to takea. I laid on the bathroom floor, my heart racing, cold sweat beading on my forehead. No, I couldn’t be a mother, not now, not so young. I threw the eggs out, gave my man a pop tart and shook his hand as he walked out the door for the last time. Instructions arrived shortly after. I was to spend the day drinking 10 pints of water and cleaning the house, before a final meeting back in the dungeon. I was to arrive naked. I did as told, and when we all arrived at the dungeon we hugged and celebrated. Again, caressed the material.He surely was a sucker for soft fabrics. That's understandable. Afterall, women's clothes are made with far nicer fabrics than men's clothes.On the morning, after the first night with Ethan, I wore the bluepinstriped shirt that he had dropped on the floor before getting intobed. The shirt was so bulky and rough! I hated it. The only reason Ikept it on was to inhale his body odor that emanated from his shirt.The picture of me in his pinstriped shirt, with my shapely.