She let Sara and I have a lot more freedom than some of the other k**s we knew. I got out of bed and started down the stairs to get some warm milk - ...he best thing I know to help induce sleep. Halfway down the stairs I started hearing my mom's voice mixed with Margie's coming from the basement. They weren't talking or laughing. I remember catching my breath as I realized what I was hearing. My mom was moaning, breathless. I knew what I was hearing but couldn't believe it. I reached the. But they tended to forget the other existed unless they were actually together. He was popular and had been seeing several girls at the same time. He hated the move as much as she did. Now, in the cottage their parents had bought, they each had their own room for the first time ever. That part of the move was good for both of them. Diana had the privacy she had always craved. She could play her music and read her books and know Bradley wouldn't be interrupting her. He had always teased her. I suspected itmight be the wrong thing to do at the time. Now I know it was." Sheturned to Grace. "I knew I should have just kept my mouth shut."Grace laid a sympathetic hand on hers. "You can't blame yourself," shesaid, as Marcia might have predicted. She was hardly convinced.Walt was more practical. "Trying to rewrite what's happened isn't goingto help at this point. What's done is done. You can second-guess yourselffrom now to eternity. My bet is that this was going to come to a headpretty. She continued howling as Steve grabbed 2 more lengths of rope and lashed my ankles to the side of the chair. Between snorts she said ?Yeah! That will teach him.?My head was spinning now. It started as a joke, and the others were treating it as such, but it didn’t feel like one. I was completely unable to move or speak. The look in Steve’s eyes told me it was no joke to him either. On top of it, the act of being tied had made me rock hard again. A fact I could tell was not lost on Steve,.