His belief that this woman was no longer his real mother had been his anchor, and it had taken a single word for the chain to snap."We've been through...this shit before," Sandra growled. "I've explained to you what could happen to Cathy if you don't give her what she needs." C'mon, Mom, this is stupid," Richie declared, though his voice quavered and had lost some of its conviction, though none of its hostility. "It's like you're saying she has a rare disease and I have to cure her even though. Who am I to decide to take that away from her? I know this way we're probably going to end up not together, but it will be both our choices that determine that. I'm not going to insist it has to be what I want.'< It is done, Frank. Is there anything else you require of me? >When Ginny came into the living room a few minutes later, she had a frown on her face. More like an angry scowl than a frown, really."Frank, have you been having the voices altering my thoughts?" Yes. I did it because I. Both of kept exchanging glances and smiles with each other when he finally came to me for a chat. We both started talking how we used to in school and really gelled well together. He seemed to flirting too much with me and I was enjoying that. After that we grabbed ourselves some drinks and danced together. There was nice romantic number playing and he held my waist and started dancing. I was starting to get drunk as I had drank too much Vodka. We were now doing a real close dance our bodies. If you do." "I do. We can start out slow, go at your pace... whatever you want. But I want to know more. How do you envision it happening? What exactly is it that you want?" Kelly thought for a few minutes. Even knowing Justin was on board with bringing her —and his—fantasies to life, she found it hard to articulate what she wanted. "Well, I want... I want to be a slut for you," she whispered. "I want to have sex with other men while you watch. Maybe just one, or two, to start." Justin.