You remember when we took a break from sex to work on our relationship?”“I almost KILLED you!” Jennifer laughed. “Both times!”“Yes, I know.... Well, that’s what’s happening here. If it’s going to work long-term, there has to be a basis for it other than sex.”“So four is the magic number?”“Maybe. I think everyone involved except Elyse hopes the magic number is two, eventually. And maybe it will be. But that’s a long ways down the road. Elyse isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”“We should talk more,. Her confrontation with Pamela in the plane should have been a shock, and at first it was. It dragged up sinful memories of a proud and independent existence. They were reminders of her being Alicia, this stubborn girl who still believed she had a right to the swirling butterflies of stupid teenage infatuation.On seeing Pamela again, those returning memories were strong enough to hit her with shame and humiliation. Curiously enough, though, they felt like someone else's shame, someone long. CJ ran his hands up my legs, pulling us together. "And there's...no swimsuit bottoms...or top," he said, quietly, as his hands discovered my secrets."Hmmm. And look...no swimsuit on you either," I giggled, blindly pulling CJ's swim trunks down.I remember the first time I went down on CJ. He apparently enjoyed it, but I was inexperienced and awkward. Since then, I paid more attention to the language of his body, working my hands and mouth to not simply get him off..but to truly please him.I took. Wolves, obviously, travelling in a pack, looking for the weaker deer whocouldn't defend himself. By the time they left, the boy was holding backtears. His ice cream had been smashed into his shirt and he was rubbinghis side from a sucker punch one of them had thrown.There was my first customer of the night. Maybe my only one this week,but it didn't matter. I could help him. I opened the curtains to my tentas he wandered by.To the rest of the crowd, my tent looked dark, abandoned. To him,.