They were an odd bunch but loved each other’s company and knew this would probably be there last summer hanging out together. The three of them were... heading off to college in the fall and they wanted to make this one last summer the best of all time. The three of them had been hanging out one night at Eric’s house. His parents were gone for the night and the three of them had the house to themselves. It was around ten when Erin said, “Man, I am bored. Let’s do something fun.” “What about a. So did 5 out of my next 8, with the other three in the next circle. To me it was easy, because it’s like I was just looking down the arrow, and it just went where I wanted it to. My dad just had his hand over his mouth. Just as I was nocking my 15th arrow, he told me to stop. He said he didn’t want me ruining my arrows. I guess my grouping was pretty close. Dad asked me just how much weight I had on the bar when I worked out. I looked sheepishly, “All of it? Sometimes I had Terry, (my little. I looked more closely, and then I put my fingers up my cunt as I thought about all the people that would see that I was a slut.I noticed over the course of the summer that besides acting like a just a friend, there were three categories of acts that Jeff would inflict upon me.Category one was humiliation. The events on the beach fell into this category. Another example of my humiliation occurred when we were out driving. We were talking about inconsequential subjects when all of a sudden he. . women ... can remember the most insignificant detail and chew a guy into little pieces, then spew him out over the landscape when he forgets.When a guy forgets, they haul him up by his soft parts. Shake his being and apply immense guilt for the crime of "Forgetting!" Reminding him that it was a "Capital Offense," worthy of the death sentence, no matter how small the infraction.It was the bane of his existence, like most men, to forget things that women thought were important. Being 55, he.