The look of bewilderment ... arousal ... your internal gears shiftingas you struggled to define yourself ... a former mysoginist that couldnot see wom...n as anything but objects to be dominated. I knew you'dswitched then even if you were in denial." Janet grunted as shestruggled to expel the butt plug. "And the way you dressed - sofeminine. Your outbursts of anger. How you sublimated your submissiveurges by transferring them to your thralls..." Who was it then?" she asked feeling utterly. We kissed like maybe three times, and just ‘good night’ kisses at the end of a date like you would in Junior High.”“Good. She probably needs to see someone like Doctor Mercer. I suggested it, but I’m not sure if she’ll do it. What happened has her scared of sex. Her conflict is that she has hormones like the rest of us, but the minute she thinks it could progress beyond a kiss she kind of freaks out. That’s why she flirts one minute and says ‘stop’ the next minute. The sauna thing, can you tell. Nor was I so blinded anymore to the faults and foibles and failings of my four parents. Example two, Shannon informed me that while she and mom Danni were a committed couple, that they were not without the occasional outside liaison. Danni was bi, so once in a while she had a one-night-stand with a man, with Shannon’s foreknowledge and permission. There is 'nothing like a ‘m a n’,' goes the Broadway song the other way sometimes, I guess. Likewise, Shannon might have a special tryst with. Help yourself." Thanks."The young woman settled into the seat and they rode in silence for a few more blocks. The bus would stop right in front of their apartment building, but the trip was still almost two miles. Although they didn't know each other very well, they were also not total strangers, and Salah finally broke the silence."Hi. I've seen you around the apartment building and even talked to you, but I don't know your name. My name is Salah." Yeah, I kind of know you. My name is Qoot.