Doctor and patient panted in the afterglow of their climaxes, sweat sparcely spotting their temples. Arianna gulped and looked up at her doctor with h...alf-lidded eyes. Tell me, Mr. Green, she gasped through her fight for air, who was in control of that? Green stared down at his patient, strands of his peppered hair limply sticking to his forehead. Beneath him, Arianna smirked up, her chest rising with each breath as she awaited his answer. Hard to tell isnt it? she queried, her blonde hair. Anton was far from my first, of course. I those honors go to Henry Cunningham, when both of us were eighteen. Henry was a French horn player, and we were at band camp the summer before our senior year in high school. Between the girl’s and boy’s cabins was a private grassy knoll, and if you kept to the margins near the trees, a couple might find a little boy/girl privacy. I didn’t exactly intend to give myself to him, it just sort of happened one night. In retrospect, I have to say that Henry. [Urban legend, Holly! Like the Germans wonder if hair color is hereditary? Let's just say that some dads may not have the full history. Go on.]Reading USA Today, December 21, 1998 for my research, 24 percent of married men and 14 percent of women have been unfaithful, 28 and 17 by another survey, and 60 and 40 in what looks to be a less-scientific opinion. But always are there fewer promiscuous wives than promiscuous husbands. There are fewer betrayed men than women. So why does this minority. We were also informed that there would be absolutely no d**gs allowed and that if we were going to drink any alcohol we must do it in moderation. There would be no tolerance for people becoming drunk and getting nasty. Also that they had professional quality cameras and video equipment available and it would only cost $50 for all of us to have pics and videos taken and we would be given copies. If anyone did not want to be in pics or video that they had a place available ... but said that so.