Kara read it. “Susan,” she whispered. Joyce looked up with a question in her eyes. “My ‘benefactress’ – it’s Susan. It’s real, mom. Ev...ry word. Susan is like a billionaire, and she has – um, reasons – to really want to help me. And now you too. Mom? I think we’re going to have a great vacation in six weeks.”With that Kara also sat down hard on the couch beside her mother. They embraced, and wept together – Kara for pure joy, Joyce for happiness too, but this was mixed with that flood of pent-up. "My parents and I turned expectantly toward the stairs. Robin came bouncing, that's the only way to describe it, down the stairs and into the living room. Her smile lit up the room so much I actually turned to see who had turned on the lights.I was 5' 10 and she couldn't have been more than an inch shorter. Her auburn hair flowed around her shoulders like some kind of commercial on TV. As she walked toward my parents, I could see that her eyes were a deep green. I was totally lost and in. As we watch the moonlight on the waves you place your arm around my back and I place my head on your shoulder. The warmth of your body on my face and side stir my lust. My heart begins pumping harder and harder until I am sure you can feel its intensity. I kiss your neck once and then again and again. I want more. I need more. I shrug out of your hold and wiggle into your lap and continue to kiss your neck. I place my hands on your face and slide them down your back. I feel the effect my. "Okay, it sounds like I'll have to think that through a bit perhaps with Rob's advice as well. What about these other organizations you mentioned? I assume you've been following up on them a bit already." Your assumption is correct. While none of these organizations were formally affiliated with the R.U.M.M. group, they generally seem to have a few things in common. Often these groups are formed by one or two women who had difficult experiences during childhood and have nurtured somewhat.