I responded by telling her she was a beautiful woman and why wouldn't a guy hit on her? A few weeks later, after another night of her going out, she t...old me that she wondered what it would be like to be with another man. I told her that we would talk about it but not in the throes of passion as we needed a clear head.A few days later we did talk about it and agreed it would be okay, but everything needed to be totally different: her clothing, makeup, jewelry, even her sexual attitude. I told. "What's the last thing you remember, Abbs?" Suicide Girls, a party ... next door? They invited me. I drank a lot, first Red Bulls and Vodka and then..." She shrugged. "It gets a little fuzzy after that. Beer? Maybe some wine?" You know you're not supposed to combine different types of alcohol. New Orleans girl like you..." He trailed off."Well, I did," she said, a mutinous tone in her voice. "And now I'm here and I don't know how or why, and I'm cold, and you're barely wearing anything and...". I ask her “Did you say anything?”. She nods her head yes and then says ”I will do ANYTHING. “ My mind goes in different directions trying to calculate the true meaning of ANYTHING. Then she says “Let me show you what I mean by anything”. She climbs into the back of the van and starts to remove her clothes. She deserves better than a dirty old van. I tell her to stop. I drive away from the place as fast as I can and to the nicest hotel in the area. We get the finest room available. She takes the. Cindy got a drink and sat quietly drinking it, Sara came to her and said ” just been on the roof one of the waiters was up there and I saw his cock” Cindy asked which one and when Sara told her the Indian boy Cindy said ” stay here I will sort him out” and went to the roof where she saw the waiter in a corner, Cindy knew he was 16 called Abdul and lived near her, Cindy went to him said ” my sis seen your cock you dirty cunt”Abdul smiled said ” you jealous ” Cindy looked replied” no I fucking.