”“I do, Kelly, honestly.”“I don’t think you do, Ben. The reality is you prefer towatch, don’t you?” She stil...l had a puzzled expression.“Well, perhaps sometimes, Kelly, I suppose you could saythat, yes.” Did I really mean that? It was too late. I’dalready said it.“I wish I could understand you, Ben.” And then she beganto cry.“I wish I could understand myself. But I do love you,Kelly, I swear.”She did not answer. " Me: "Did you enjoy lounging by the pool today?" Evelyn: "Yes." "Okay, Evelyn, yours and Rick's turn." Evelyn: "Rick, do you like the East Coast?" Rick: "Yes." Rick: "Do you mind being in a thong bikini around a guy you just met?" Evelyn (blushing): "No." Evelyn: "John, did you bring Rick home so he could meet me?" Me : "Yes." Me (getting right to the point): "Evelyn, do you still have that fantasy of doing a white guy with a long cock?" Evelyn (blushing): "Yes." Evelyn: "Rick, are you bigger. For the most part, they were all receptive to language training even in a rudimentary format. The scouts stayed pretty close to me the entire time because they were just as wary around the young Marines as the supposed allied South Vietnamese forces assigned to the protection of the small villages. I could understand that because sometimes the potent smoking content would cause some distortion of reality and a good Marine might go off the deep end without warning. I did my best to avoid that. On one hand she was screwing at least two other men. On the other she claimed to love me deeply and seemed genuinely concerned about my welfare. Both scenarios seemed to be true. But how could they be? If she loved me so fucking much how could she disrespect me that way? It made no sense.After dinner, she went into the bathroom and came out in an outfit that reminded me of when we were younger. She had squeezed herself into her old cheerleaders skirt and top and nothing else. She stood right in.