We used to do it a lot, but now we were lucky to be doing it once or twice a month. I didn’t know if it was because we had been too complacent in th...e bedroom, or if things kept getting in the way. Dave told me not to worry and that he hadn’t been with a woman since his divorce. He said with working and trying to get over the divorce there really was no time on meeting anyone. Dave and I had planned a long bike ride for that coming weekend. I got up early that Saturday, and Dave and I took off. Once I'dthought about it rationally and considered my options, the decisionhadn't been that difficult to make. "I'm staying here, Basil," Iannounced.The girls smiled at me. Oddly, so did Basil. I wondered just howlong he had been expecting me to make this decision to stay."Are you sure that's what you want to do, Rhonda?" Basil smiled atme. Once more he had that odd glint in his eyes. It didn't seem tobother me as much as it had before. I wondered why he'd asked me thatquestion. I was convinced. He then started to tug himself free, she like a rag doll towed in his wake.Willing hands grabbed at his collar, patience allowed her release, and he wandered off to lie in a corner to clean his tool and doze without a backward glance at his used bitch.Pam stayed on all fours, seed like a waterfall pouring from her violated body, the old carpet flooding heavily.They rested with glasses of the wine Fred had brought from the house, Pam tired now sitting as Fred comforted her and dabbed. I stood in front of a mirror and noticed a thinner waist.I had lost almost three inches, wider bottom, gained about four inchestotal, and thinner, less muscular legs. I had lost muscle tone in my armsas well and they led down to long thin fingers with long nails. Momma hadhelped keep them up along with doing my toe nails during the ordeal.I was every bit a pretty twenty year old girl. If I never told anyonedifferently, no one would ever guess.Angela, as Andy, came to visit every weekend. I was.