“Have you eaten dinner yet?” Amanda followed me into the kitchen, “No not yet. What are you planning for dinner?” I scratched my head, “Well... I was thinking frozen pizza seeing how if I try to actually cook anything else it will take some.” She shrugged at me, “Frozen pizza sounds good.” I smiled at her, “Great.” I took the pizza out of the freezer, threw it in the oven, and set the oven for 425. We just sat there and stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, who knows for all I cared. While I knew this attitude was totally wrong, and a leftover from misguided Victorian prudery, and that masturbation was as natural, and even necessary, as any other function in life, nonetheless the attitudes instilled in childhood are very difficult to overcome. They never totally leave you.So it had been months since I had given in and wanked, as we used to call it, and I was suffering from what was commonly known as blue balls, that nagging ache in the testes and penis that goes on until. I had not forgotten what Melanie had told me a week ago, "Scarlett had been reading my journal to Michelle on the phone…" This little black-eyed brunette knew things about me that I had only shared with a few others---partners in crime whose "passions" matched mine. This latest revelation—one that I had not sanctioned—was now a kind of threat, or, perhaps, an opportunity of an extremely rare sort; I didn’t know which, yet. I held my proverbial cards close to my vest as I asked, "So, where’s my. I knew what she meant, so I agreed to join her at her villa. She immediately wrote the address of the villa on a piece of paper she scrapped out from the waiter’s pad and we parted. I then went and brought a few pack of ciggeretts and some magazines and some drinks. Big women do appeal to me and also I was keen on a cheap and decent place of stay and some good food. In the evening I reached her villa and she greeted me at the door looking extremely elegant in a flowing maroon evening dress. She.