And with that second bottle of wine are you hoping that I’ll become wanton and lose my inhibitions?” “Sweetheart,” I said, “If you have inhi...itions, I haven’t noticed. It’s one of the things I love most about you and you’ve taught me to go with the feeling. If you say ‘no’ it’s just OK, and if you say ‘yes’ it’s just wonderful. But you’ve taught me to act rather than hesitate and then be disappointed that I didn’t do something I really wanted to do.” You looked at me for a moment and then said,. A few guys called me a slut when I refuse to have sex with them. Maybe they were right but I was not going to perpetuate my shameful actions of that night again. My next fuck would be with the guy of my choice.As I continued to constantly refuse to have sex with any boy who asked me out I was soon ostracized and shunned. After many refusals I was never asked out on dates afterwards for a few months.I became very friendly with the girl who became pregnant and was aborted. She and I became. At breakfast she smiled at her lover across the table."Morning brother," she said."Morning sis," he replied."Mum," he called out, "I've got two friends from college coming down, can they stay until we can all go back together?"She didn't like to think of her lover going back to college, leaving her without his touch in the middle of the night."Of course dear," confirmed their mother, "they can bed down in the games room." When are you going back?" she asked."Friday," he said looking over to his. . . much more. ?Stacy, if you want me to take Kali off tonight, maybe you could do one littlething for me. . .? I hated her calling me Stacy. It dehumanized me, turned me into theobject of her vengeance, but I silently endured it. Hoping her angerwould run its course. ?I really like the idea of Stacy being my maid,? my wife said. ?But,I think I would like to see her have a better attitude about things. Ithink a pretty smile and a nice curtsy when she sees me would be nice.? ?Yes dear,? I.