Chapter 2

She'd never been that interested in sex. The few dates she'd been on hadn't been that exciting, and she'd never really been tempted to sleep with any of them.   They were typically her age, always trying to show off or look more impressive than they were. A couple of times she'd had a similar feeling that ran down her body and reminded her that she had a pussy, but never with her dates.   It was usually from catching sight of an older man staring at her. When that happened, she spent a little extra time in bed, flicking her fingers over her clit until she came, and then the feelings passed.    No man had ever affected her this strongly before.   She put on the T-shirt she usually slept in. It was an old, white one worn thin with age that came down just to the tops of her thighs. She brushed her teeth and realized she didn't have a glass for water.   Cathy was pretty sure she couldn't sleep without a glass of water at her bedside, so she headed down to the kitchen.   All the lights were