Begrudgingly, she went into the bathroom. I followed her to make sure she followed through. Sure enough, though reluctantly, she stuck her head into t...e toilet bowl and lapped at the water a bit. It was clean, as far as toilet water goes. "K," she said, indignantly wiping her lips. "Truth or dare?" This went on for a while. I can't remember all the questions in between. Many of them had to do with putting ourselves in awkward positions or saying embarrassing things to adults outside. At some. " "Oh. So seven is full strength?" "Traditionally yes. You'll be wearing your mask, because you're her sponsor. Her... other sponsor took care of getting her here." By 'other sponsor' she means Bethany. She's only just learned that Margo and Bethany are also black card sisters. I know that I've got some memory of the number seven being significant for something. I'm thinking of the occult, like the seventh seal, or the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter or something. Then it hits me. I seem. ‘Oh, I am so sorry. I know I disgust you.’ ‘Not at all. You are sweet and loving and deserve to be fully loved and I will help you do that. I promise.’ ‘You can do this?’ ‘I will try with all my might.’ That night he set up a video camera in Gerta’s bedroom and ran the cable under the door to a monitor. He had her leave a bedside light on. A loud noise woke him and he glanced at the monitor just in time to see Gerta sit bolt upright in bed, eyes wide. Then one hand knocked the lamp to the. We put our arms around each other and began to kiss passionately. Our tongues intertwined and John’s hands started to move freely around my body. He could feel me falling into his arms and moved his kisses to my neck. I closed my eyes and arched my head back to give him the freedom to explore me. He took full advantage and I found myself moaning. This wasn’t happening, right? It felt so good and I could feel my whole body getting completely aroused. He must have sensed that because he moved.