I’ll leave you two alone for a few minutes.”“Thank you, sir.” Sarah has been looking at her menu, while gently swirling her wine. She cupped t...e base of the wine glass, hesitating before taking a sip. “Brucey, I have so much to tell you. But there are some things I cannot tell you, as you may not believe me.”A sudden chill ran up my arms, raising the hairs underneath my jacket. “You’ve been reading too many horror stories.” I nervously chuckled, as she had no idea what I had seen the past few. We have talked about this at length, and it is something we are all comfortable with. We all love each other. We are not 'in love, ' and there is no commitment for marriage or lifelong partnership. We are trying to heal each other. Morgan had absolutely no experience with sex when she came here, for reasons you know. She has discovered a whole new part of her life, and is hungry to experience as much as she can as fast as she can. She is a marvelous sex partner and we have had some awesome. You also don’t ask. I get what I want. If you want to rub my feet – which, I know, you always do – tough. You don’t get to rub my feet unless I ask you to. And no fucking. It probably should go without saying, but there will be no fucking. I’m not going to let you cheat on my mother…” I was astonished that in all of this, she somehow justified the concept of cheating. “… and I can get better fucking from the guys at school. Questions so far?”She didn’t wait for a reply. “OK, good. . She had been trying for what seemed an eternity, but itwasn't working. She knew the problem. Like any addict, she was growingjaded, getting used to the situations her captor and lover forced herinto. Much as it still sent delightful shivers through her when sheblushed with humiliation, she was getting used to the torment, andcouldn't reach the same highs she had just a few days before. The worstpart was knowing that it could be so much better (a small voice insideher told her that she meant.