Most of my fantasies involvedrelationships with men, with me as a woman. I had never gone through withanything of that sort in real life though--partl... from lack ofopportunity, but mostly because I was just not attracted to men. Untilnow. He could do anything he wanted to me, and I knew I would do anythinghe wanted. I was his. His to command. His to mold. His to remake intowhatever image he had for me.He stepped toward me, pressing his left hand to the right side of myface, and firmly stroking. "Edward, please stop and think about your actions. You're liable to ruin your life and mine if you force me to- to have relations with you." You're right about me wanting you to have sex with me, Mom but I was hoping to talk you into it rather than to force you into it." But that's impossible," Mom replied. "There's nothing you can say to convince me to sleep with you. You might as well leave now and save your breath."Despite Mom's claim that talking was a waste of time she was talking. I think. "A little messy, but not bad." Love tatoes!" Betsy proclaimed."She does love potatoes," Sophie grinned. "She's doing a number on the ham, too." So," Tom asked, "have you guys thought of any music for me yet?" Yeah," Warren grinned, "I've narrowed it down to Malaguena or Carmen." In other words, the two most overused pieces of music in skating history."Oh, thanks," Tom grinned. "I thought you were creative." I'm fascinated," Laurel asked. "How do you pick music?" Mostly intuition, especially for. Yeah, see you at school." She then hit the end-callbutton, folded up the cell phone, and slipped it into a side pocket ofher backpack. "Okay, no more talking on the phone, and I promise to giveit back to Terri at lunch."Aunt Joan smiled and kissed Cori on the forehead before slipping thelunchbox into her daughter's hand. "That's my girl."Cori shifted her backpack onto her shoulders and then hugged Aunt Joanagain, barely missing smacking her mom in the back with the lunchbox."Thank you so much,.