I can’t see you, but I envision the word rolling off your sexy lips. “How are you?” you say into the phone sounding like you genuinely care, “...I am working in the town next to you, come and see me”. My brain starts screaming no inside my head, but my heart starts singing and overpowers my brain before I even realize I am writing down the address. As I drive down the highway I start to panic. I can’t be friends with you. I still love you, but you are toxic for me and me for you. Hell! You are. They pulled up about thirty feet away."Hello the camp!" yelled one of the riders, hands cupped around his mouth.No one had a rifle at the ready, so I stood up slowly, with my rifle cradled in my arms. It was their Indian guide who saw me first."Hello," I yelled back. "What can I do for you?" I asked curiously."We were headed for this place to spend the night. I see you found it already," the man who seemed to be their spokesman said."The more the merrier I always say. I have no objections to. I'm a slut, but I'm your slut." She started kissing me, and we started frenching, and rolling around on the bed, our tongues were going at each other, and I had my hands on her sweet ass while she had hers around my back.While this was going on, Nicky had gotten a blue dildo out of her nightstand drawer. She was fucking her pussy furiously with it, moaning the whole time.Valerie got up and straddled my cock and said, "I'm going to ride your fat cock in front of my roommate like a whore!" She. She hangs out with Dallas all the timeso..." They're a couple?" No. Maybe. I don't know. Actually, I kind of doubt it. I think shehad a thing with that guy Bob from the band we're opening for." He's old enough to be her dad." Her older brother maybe." It's still gross."I snickered. Who knew what was up with Michelle? Who would even darecategorize her? As for me, I was self-defining. Once I'd been in thedictionary as a guy named Martin, and his entry was still legible, iffaintly. Now it.