She is a very real Grand Dame. ‘I am part of the Boston Lodges. There are trust funds for all of us. An early ancestor from the Revolutionary War ma...de a large profit in the slave trade and the money has been pouring in ever since. The actual money is handled by a very nice old-line investment company, whose whole purpose is to maintain the growth so that every one in the family will be filthy rich. ‘Boston is my home town, actually area. Father wanted to spend his life in a middle class town,. Now, where was I? Oh yes, a story. First, we need a main character. Weneed a guy the reader can be reasonably comfortable with. He cant be agoody-goody, but he cant be a total asshole either, unless he then getswhat's coming to him.So whose our main character? Well, why not a writer? Hay, if StevenFricking King can write about a writer who is suspiciously like him,basically jerk off in public and get paid for it, why cant I?So our main character is like me, that's fine. What can we have. "You look handsome in it, Kyle. Do you like it?" I love it, Julie." I said. I gave Julie a hug and a long passionate kiss. We went downstairs to show the rest of my family our gifts. Julie called for her ride home after that. She still had to pack for her trip to her grandparents. Her family was leaving early on Saturday morning.--oooOooo--The weekend before Christmas went quickly. Between last minute gift buying, wrapping presents, decorating and preparing food for the holiday; everyone was. "Ohhh nooo..." she moaned, her own orgasm extending as she felt me fill her up.Soon, breathing heavily, I pulled out and collapsed next to Other Tom."He didn't last much longer than me," he whined."That was Tracy Dettmeier," I said, pointing at the short blonde as she rolled to the side and gave me a toothy grin.Other Tom shrugged. Right, he only had recent memories. "My first. I lost my virginity to her on grad night and then we never did it again. She broke up with me soon after. She said she.