This was probably the only chance he'd ever have to speak to someone he was a huge fan of and this time he was at least going to string a sentence tog...ether. Her PR person left and he sat down, opposite her."Forgive me, I hope I'm not intruding. But I wanted to say thanks, firstly for the signed copy. I've been a fan of yours for as long as I can remember and I'm honoured you even know who I am" he gushed."Well, I like quality and your writing betrayed a real quality. I think you might find more. “Why did you ever let those two idiots start using you for sex? I mean, they’re your brothers, and you let them double team you like that?!” I just said one day, while zipping my pants back up. “Did they blackmail you or something?” She just sat on the bed thinking, not about what to tell me, but whether or not she should bother to tell me.“You wouldn’t understand.”“Try me.”“My exes were all the same, very demanding in bed. We would go on dates and they would TELL me to suck their dick, or just. They definitely fulfilled her lesbian side. As a straight guy, I could barely contain myself. Fantasy galore, man! But as our conversation continued--well, she did most of the talking, and at warp speed--she started talking about guys. I finally clued in to what she was saying/proposing: she'll do guys one-on-one, but she far prefers a MFFM foursome. In fact, the only way she'll do a bisexual FFM threesome is if a second guy joins in. Serena then started whispering, and I leaned in close to. .. No ... don't go!" she said, pulling the buds out of her ears, " ... It's all right ... no harm done!" But even as she said it, the door closed hurriedly.She dressed, then walked quickly across the yard to go upstairs to get breakfast. As she opened the door at the back of the building, she saw Paul's head look up from under a car bonnet, then duck down again. She walked determinedly over to him." ... Paul!" she said, quietly, " ... I'm glad! You know I really like you, and I think you like.