“Yes, Bernadette.”“And this is what you do? Bend over for any student who wants to fuck you?”I can tell all this dirty talk is making her craz...y with lust. She pushes her thumb in farther when I hesitate to answer.“Unnngh,” I moan. “Yes, Bernadette. I bend over for any student who wants to fuck me.”“There's a word for that, you know.”“I know. I'm a whore, and that's all I want to be.”“I know you're a whore,” she says, then slaps my ass, hard, like she's punishing me for telling her something she. It was bearable, just, and it went on for some time, how long she had no idea, but to her it seemed an eternity, believing the tattoo must be huge.Another wipe, then a pause, then back it came, her imagination wondering desperately what John was having done to her.Another pause, the cold sweep of the alcohol wipe once more, this time round her naval, her mind screamed that this would be in sight if she wore her bikini, but she was in no position to complain, she lay desperately trying to relax,. "OK, I've got one for you. You have to go out on the balcony, drop your shorts and underwear, and stand there fully exposed for an entire minute."He couldn't believe the brashness of her dare, and just looked at her in disbelief. Finally he said, "OK, I guess that seems harmless enough. The balcony's not really lit, so anyone in the building next door is gonna have to look pretty hard to see anything." Then standing, "OK, let's go!"Blair smiled and walked with him to the balcony door, opening. What’s all that about?”“She caught me with ... someone, recently.”“Stan, you stupid son of a bitch, who is she ... some college coed, some D-cup dodo, as Caroline would say?”“Richard, I can’t – I can’t believe I did something as stupid as that, but I did, and Mary won’t believe it was the first time ... she thinks we’ve been having an affair for ten years, but we haven’t. It was a case of opportunity, after that meeting we had.”“Oh, my lord Stan ... you mean it was ... Sheila? You had an affair.