.. don’t apologize ... it was intimate ... and ... you know ... really nice.”Little smiles broke across our faces. “So, Geoffrey,” I said whil... looking seriously into her eyes.“Mind his safewords, of course...”“Of course ... that goes without saying...”“Use him and break him, understood?”A devious smile broke across my face. “Yes, Ma’am.”I was exhausted when I got home Sunday night. The long, intense session with Edith had really taken its toll on me physically. Chris was already asleep, and I. I've read many reader comments. I've been called a bitch, cunt, whore and many other names. Many wished me shot, stabbed, gang banged and even killed. I was a little overwhelmed with some comments. There are a few facts that Bob left out or forgot about. I'm not here to hurt his memory but to tell why I did some of the things I did.When I first met Bob I fell head over heels in love with him. I was working for his sister and she told me he liked me. I thought I'd play it cool and wait before. "I shrugged. "If somebody thinks it will accomplish something, I'll pretend I don't know..." Hold it!" Kate broke in, "What are we talking about?" I was trapped on the couch early this morning, and I'd had a LOT of beer..." Ew!" Kate grimaced, squicked. "Trina has been doing THAT again?" Annette nodded. "She did it for some little boy when she was twelve or so... God knows why." He licked her out," Annette supplied. "It's old news, so I don't imagine I'm hurting anything." And she's kept it. So it’s not like I need to greet you, right, Sir?” Cherry stumbled through her question, still eyeing the cane suspiciously.“I haven’t seen either of you in hours. I can guess how your morning has been based on the evidence I’ve seen with my own eyes. You, on the other hand were not even being polite enough to inquire how I am and how my morning has been, yet even more importantly, you just wandered in here as if you owned the place and interrupted a conversation I was having with your host..