For a moment, it crossed her mind that she didn’t really need to get out of the shower to pee…then she forced the thought away like a bad dream. W...apping the towel tightly around her breasts and body she shook her head for the mess she made, then, grabbing another towel, she dropped to her knees to wipe up the water. Another therapist, another couple of hours wasted, she thought as she cleaned. More stress from trying to escape the stress, does this make sense? They always ask the same. I can't remember a time when I did not desire him, for him to possess me, to own me. I have always been his. He has always been mine. O dear reader, have you guessed my dark secrets yet, the taboo of which I speak?I picture him in my mind as he is now, some 10 years later, instead of when we was young and not so innocent. Are kids ever innocent, even before we know what our society tolerates and what it deems as taboo or forbidden. What is taboo? Look into history and you will see that at one. My curiosity was piqued though and I found myself back in Dena’s room. I looked around and saw nothing of special interest. I headed back downstairs and then it suddenly occurred to me: in dad’s old Playboys there is a centerfold, a beautiful blonde centerfold. I headed back to the basement, through the rec room, and into dad’s workshop. Under the workbench in a box, are his old magazines. It only took a moment for me to find her: Miss January 1992, Suzi Simpson. Not a perfect match, but close. ’ ‘How so? I mean, what makes you say that?’ ‘Alone for so many years, then…this. Surrounded by women, and every one making demands on you — one way or another.’ ‘When it rains, it pours, I guess. But…’ ‘Don’t give up on me, John. On us…’ and now she was crying. I held her close, nothing else I could do, really. Words were inadequate to the moment, and the only thing left to do was to hold her ’til the moment passed. Actions speak louder than words, right? +++++ We left Heathrow early in the.