What culminated of all that was the most beautiful and wonderfully prolonged intimacy I had ever shared with a guy. He was gentle and loving and I fou...d myself easily adapting to his style of loving, having endured twice something that did not amount to real loving at all, they were cumbersome and rough and I felt I was being treated like a rag doll. With John is was so very different and after the first time I knew I wanted for him to have me any way he wanted, and I certainly wasn’t holding. I was still trying to figure out what I had turned into there for a moment. I had no Idea what to say to a woman I barely knew, whom I had just practically raped, but the words seemed to come of their own volition. ‘Who do you belong to?’ Came rumbling out of some dark corner of my soul. Carol looked at me, and a smile began to form on her lips. She stepped into my embrace, hooked her arms over my neck and kissed me. ‘You. I think I’ve always belonged to you. And you to me’ She said. I didn’t. "Fifteen minutes later the biker with the Norton returned. "Big Mike said he would meet you at your building site tomorrow after church." I do appreciate that." The Brit said.I'll bring that Norton by there and show it off a little," the biker added. Then he said to me, "Sylvia we don't see near enough of you. Those boys in Dobson were talking about you." I wouldn't be a bit surprised," I said with a laugh. I had to tell the Brit something, so I added, "They must miss there entertainment." To. I felt a headache beginning to creep up on me.“Whose couch? For how long? Why? What’s wrong with your couch?”I might have answered the first question or two. All those questions posed at once left me weary and overwhelmed. I didn’t respond, or even react much.“Your kind of a dead guy yourself, huh?”I didn’t expect that. “Whaddaya mean?”“You don’t say much. You don’t do much. You don’t even seem to listen.”“I listen.” I did listen.“Prove it. What did I say?”“Your boyfriend’s name is Dolph..