“No, don’t tell me. I’m sorry, that was out of line, I’m sorry...”Jack tightened his arms around me. “It’s okay. It’s a fair question....You’re only the third woman I’ve ever said that to.”Three? Well, he was my first and only, but Jack was seven years older than me. He was way more experienced. I guess that made sense. “Am I like them?”“Eh,” he replied, noncommittally. “My first love, she was a blonde like you, but after that, who knows. I mean, her parents moved away when she was six, so I. I blinked my eyes and somehow managed not to scream in pain.The moons slowly transformed themselves into faces. Dawn and Amy looked down at me with big evil grins on their faces. Truly a frightening thought... I closed my eyes, unwilling to face the new day, and fell back to sleep.A pain inside me woke me up a second time. A really sharp pain. One that hurt even worse than the pain inside my head. I knew that I had to get up, so I forced my self to climb out of bed. I staggered to the bathroom. .' it got totally quiet. The look on the waitress' face was priceless as she overheard what Jacqui had just said. I wondered if she was going to relate that when she got back to the kitchen!So, here we were, finally fulfilling a long time fantasy both of us had had about Jacqui being taken as a sex slave. We had talked about this for months and the idea was further fuelled by our past experiences. I think it is also safe to say that we were both looking for something a little more rigorous than. She thinks I can just snap my fingers and be back to being the same way I used to be. I can't do that, and sometimes, I don't think I'd do it even if I could. There are things I can do now that I like. I don't see it all being bad, all these changes in me that people keep telling me about. I'm not talking about most of the changes, just some of them. I think Joyce is frustrated now because I won't automatically defer to her in all things. It used to be if she said something, I would just.