“Go get cleaned up, your Mother will be home soon.”“Yes, Master.”The rest of the day was normal. I did watch Mom more carefully, she seems dif...erent. Every time Dad asked for something Mom would jump up and do it. Thinking about it, my mom has always been like that for as long as I can remember. Is my Mom a submissive like I am? To Dad?It was like 9 pm when Dad said; “Sarah time for bed.” What the fuck! I usually don’t go to bed until 10 pm. I look at him, and the look he gave back to me told. So far, so good. We agreed to meet at a BBQ restaurant for dinner, enjoying the talk and getting to feel comfortable with each other. We spent some time talking about our single status; he had split from his fiance after they realized they were not a good match. All the while, I was trying to feel out his interest - was it just as a friend? He seemed quite warm towards me, so I was optimistic. We stayed around for the first set of music, but we both had to work in the morning so we made it. As she came back to herself, Suzanne felt herself being lifted gently to a sitting position on the blanket. Sitting across from her, Gaby opened the wine bottle, took a drink and passed it to her left. Jean Paul took a long swig and passed it on to the youngest one there. Silently, she took a small drink, unable to look at her neighbors, still embarrassed at being naked and ashamed that they had seen her climax like that. She passed the bottle wordlessly over to Alain. He took a drink and. I have just become a receptacle for his useless, endless chatter. I am so far beyond caring what is streamed into head that I now make no effort to take in and process all of the facts that are being introduced against my will into my subconscious and conscious mind. If I sit within talking distance then I quickly become ‘the listener’. Stories of what happened today, what he thought should have happened, what may happen tomorrow all are brought to bear on my poor abused ears. The tales of.