She wore a maroon silk nightgown that highlighted her swelling breasts and prominent nipples.She had put away the bikini she’d worn the day before a...nd slipped into a one-piece before heading to the pool that day. She didn’t want the other perverts in the hotel ogling her. She was registered under her real name, Courtney Marie Hollenbeck, and she doubted anyone would know who that really was. She had legally changed her name when she turned 17 but she still had identification for the other.She. I got us some stew and some ale, and she ate as if she had not eaten for a week. I studied her as she did. Her hair was crudely chopped off, tangled and filthy, her skin grimy, her cheekbone bruised, her lips split and puffy, her clothes little more than rags. Her wrists were thin and her jaw line sharp."I remember you, at the widow's farm, in that front bedroom," I said, thinking of her lovely face distorted in passion, her body heaving beneath me. "I hope you haven't forgotten." Somebody. .”I did not know.Wendy and I had never done anything at her house other than riding quads in the woods or maybe watching TV or sharing lunch. We certainly had never done anything worthy of a teenaged girl getting this embarrassed over.I pushed her some more and eventually Gracie told me the most amazing story that I had never been a part of. By the time she finished telling me what, apparently, Wendy had told her, all I could do was float there in the water with my mouth hanging open. I was. Brian was playing host, pouring the coffee, telling the interesting stories while I, not quite awake yet eyed Sal and imagined from the look I received in return that I'd be enjoying one more trip around the bed with the two men now devouring waffles, hungry from a long night of sex.Over dinner the night before Brian had given me a quick version of how he met Sal. Brian was innocently working out at the YMCA when a woman took a seat on the bicycle in front of him. Gym attire was elevated to.