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One night the phone rang in my motel room. Debbie called for Mark Jones' room, identifying herself as "his wife." The too-cheerful clerk asked, "Oh, is this Pam?" The shit hit the fan. Debbie made a reservation immediately to fly out to Los Angeles, and I was to pick her up there. Yipes. Debbie stayed with me for a week at the motel while making arrangements to have our belongings moved to California. She leased a townhome and stayed for a month. I stayed at the motel. I assured her that she didn't have anything to worry about with Pam... that Laura was her rival and Laura was winning. A month later, Debbie realized the way things were and, broken-hearted, moved back to the Midwest... staying at my mom's house for a few weeks, getting a job through the company for which my dad worked, and finding a small apartment for herself in a northwest suburb of Chicago. I took over Debbie's lease in the townhome. It was not my proudest moment. Still, the school year pressed on, and my relationship with Laura Jo was the greatest sexual experience of my life. You name it, we did it. Countless positions... unlikely places... toys... foods... bondage... we were each open to any and every suggestion. It got to the point where either of us could make the other orgasm at will... on one occasion I got her to multiple for over 45 seconds. And it wasn't just sex... there was love and romance involved, too. One weekend a month we took time to get away from Bakersfield, either up to the mountains or out to the ocean. |