.. clarify a few things, if you can.”Betty exited the bathroom in her pajamas as he hung up, hurriedly digging through her bag looking for something...to change into.“Be, we need to finish our discussion, but something came up. Seems I’m being blamed for saving lives. I have to run downstairs to read the paper. I’ll be back in a couple minutes. I don’t want to—”“Don’t worry,” she assured him. “I’m in no hurry to discuss things just yet. Take your time. Deal with what you need to. We’ll work out. It’s not just at cocktail time. Sometimes, especially if the weather is bad, subgroups may form in someone’s kitchen or living room, or in the core living space. The goals are the same. On those days the core living room is full.“Of course, the other main disconnect we have with the society outside our gates revolves around sex. Most, if not all of us in the Circle are hypersexual. We need, want, and go after sexual relationships with our friends on a nearly around the clock basis. Our freedom. There was no point trying to tell her about the website I'd become so hooked on. She just wouldn’t comprehend. She 'Ooohed' and 'Aaahed' in all the right places. Told me what a dirty bitch I was, but I could see that she was slightly envious, found my virtual adventures exciting. We finished our lunch and she filled me in on all that had been happening with her, which seemed tame by comparison. As usual, we argued over the bill, with her insisting that it was her turn to pay (she always did. I began buying more shorts, mini skirts, tank tops, all the kind of clothes that mom would wear. Mom didn't want me to, but John backed me up and let me buy what I wanted. I tried on many different combinations of the most revealing clothes I could find, and I would come out and model for mom and John. John agreed to buy me everything. I began wearing my new slutty outfits, and began getting much more attention from everyone. Most girls in school thought I was a slut, but the boys loved my.