Angie had grown up in an affluent household. Yet, it was not as picture-perfect as it all seemed. Her mother had been a tall attractive blonde with mu...tiple personalities. She was an alcoholic who became very mean or highly seductive when she drank. I never saw her mother drink, so I only saw her angelic side. Yet, I would still commend Angie on her survival skills if her stories were only half-true. Her father was a social drinker, a user but not addicted. He was a very handsome and kind. In short seconds, the nipple had grown to full erection.With her accelerated pulse and metabolic rate, Rachel's body temperature climbed and fine beads of perspiration appeared on her skin as her sweat glands became active. The cocktail of drugs also affected her ability to focus and concentrate and lowered her mental resistance.Moriarty's voice drifted into her hazy mind again: "Well Rachel its time to introduce you to the rest of the "family", they are all very eager to meet you."She sensed. "I thought we should program a 'wait step' in here to checkthe alignment." Good thing too," said Ruth. "It's a couple of degrees out, I'd say."There was a pause while she and Eddy argued. Mike went off to get somemeasuring instruments."Also, I think the material's torn around the hem," said Ruth."You're right," Eddy sighed. "That probably means the cutting bladesneed sharpening, or maybe the cloth wasn't held with enough tension.Maybe both," he admitted. "But these are just 'tuning'. "Don't think that I didn't notice the way you were staring at her." I wasn't," I denied."Your eyes were on stalks. I'm not mad. You lived with her for nine years. I'd be more concerned if you didn't feel that way, to be honest." Maybe I was eyeing her up a bit, but it doesn't mean anything. Besides, she's with Donald now." I suppose so. I didn't see much evidence of him giving her much affection." I assure you that he does." Sex maybe, but not affection."She paused. "I think there's only one.