She was over here.”“How many times?” I asked, growing angry and curious despite myself. I could still feel that pain, after all.“Does it matte...?” Stacy asked, looking me in the eye.“Yeah, it kinda does,” I said. “One of the reasons I was so extreme with my demands was to protect you.”“Me? From mom?“ Stacy let go of my hand and stood up pretty much in my face. “I thought you booted her to protect her from me.”“I didn’t know you knew, “ I said, arms spread in apology.“She cheated on you, cheated. . things that follow well defined rules that are orderly and consistent and well-behaved. Symbols and rules and heuristics and things like that. Most importantly, this side of the brain comes up with all the words we use, and we tend to think and process information in words."Now the right side, this is all the mushy stuff. Feelings, emotions, facial recognition, purpose, love, hate, fear, confidence, attraction, repulsion ... How do I feel about her? How does she feel about me? This is all the. I love live sex, watching others do it. I get turned-on with the moaning and the sounds of intercourse, the cock going in and out and the smell, yes the smell, god I could wallow in the odour given off from the fuck. I have participated in group sex on a couple of occassions, but the biggest ploy is to be in the room when my girlfriends are being serviced, lying there in the dark, listening, drinking in the strong odours, and quietly relieving myself in unison to the movements, and on. It was sad to see the noble tree littered with garbage and spray painted with graffiti.“Do they remain polite because they are polite or because there are consequences if they aren’t?” I asked. I had been thinking a lot about dominance and submission.Waverly said her brothers were naturally polite and wanted to be good boys.“Are they always polite when they are in charge of you?” I asked.“Oh, definitely not! They make us push our noses up and oink like piggies,” Waverly showed me by lifting her.