She wanted to know, she wanted to see. But she'd always been told how naughty it was, how dirty. Gerard had laughed at that, told her she'd been the v...ictim of small-minded people, and he would show her that fucking and all the related activities could be quite fun.He gently nudged the small of her back and she took an unsteady step into the room. She saw furniture and other things she didn't recognize, nor could she guess at the purpose."Now," said Gerard, "you will sit here. Take off your. Her story was similar, but different, from mine. She was going home for the holidays from Cornell, and her family was expecting her tonight. But before she left school, her dad had made her promise to stop if the roads got too bad, and so, reluctantly, she had.And for her, just as for me, this was going to screw up her Christmas plans. Like my family, her family celebrated on Christmas morning, and now, because she’d had to stop, she was going to miss it, and was heart-broken. She had tears in. There were still plenty there, but I’d need to keep count. I wondered if I could just ask Melanie to resupply me when I was done. I was sure she would. Pete was a Senior so I’m sure he’d help me out, too.I waited for Stephanie to get home. She came in about 3:45pm and once she had dropped her books I told her I wanted to talk to her.“You know how you arranged for Mary to come here? Could you help me again?”“I’ll add it to what you owe me.”“Let’s tell Mom we’re going for a bike ride. We’ll go to. Not so much. I mean, I understand why she wants to 'fuck my brains out'. I've developed this reputation, a reputation Adrienne apparently has made bicoastal, and it's led more than one woman my way looking for their own 'Big Ben Experience'. I understand that women can be just as sexual as men, that they feel lust and desire and sometimes just want a spectacular orgasm with no emotional strings attached. I get why Taylor wants this to happen, but ... I'm still..." ... still trying to.