"Recital?" I asked.Mom threw a couch pillow at me. "Don't be a brat. You know darned well you promised me last Christmas that you would play for the C...urch." The Church?" I mused.Another pillow. "Father!" Mom cried.Dad looked up, first at Mom, then me, then back to Mom, then back into his book. "A duet, I believe, if my memory serves me right," he said.Mom and I looked at each other, mouths open, then at Dad, shocked by this indisputable evidence that he was actually aware of what happened. My walk will be different, my talk, and my name.Nothing about me's going to be the same.I'm gonna change my way of living, and that ain't no shock.Why, I'm thinking of changing the way I gotta set my clock.Because nobody loves you, when you're old and gray,There'll be some changes made today.There'll be some changes made. +++ "The Medallion of Zulo"By Ellie Dauber (c) 2002 Marriage can change, and things just get stale.And that's the reason for this crazy tale.When you grow old, you don't last. ’ I looked at Alex. Is he for real? I wondered. God, it’s like he’s in love with me. His green eyes were soft and full of sincerity. ‘I don’t know what to say, Alex. This is a lot to take in. It just, well, it just doesn’t feel right. I feel like I’m jumping headfirst into a black water pool in the middle of the night. I don’t know what’s waiting for me once I dive in.’ ‘Then test the water,’ he said. I sat there, my hand in his, not able to say anything. I nodded. I don’t really know what I. See and smell my pussy juice. Keep your fucking mouth closed and your tongue to yourself. Don’t speak. Do you fucking see the difference in pussy juice and pre-cum?”He shook his head yes.“OK slave. Stand up. Put your hands on the very top of your head. Now kneel on the floor. OK, hands on the floor. Don’t touch yourself unless you want me to act like a bitch. Crawl over here. That’s a good little doggie. Now, would the loser dog like to see what a real fucking cunt looks like after she has.