”“Thank you, I’m glad you agree. But Kathryn, trust me, I know I’m teasing you and I know I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. I...’s not just that we can’t have sex while ... well, you know. It’s that everything has to change. The way we talk to each other. The jokes we share. Even the way we look at each other. It’s ... okay, I’m going to stop avoiding the word: it’s hard to just change everything all at once. It’s not even like we’re going back to the way it was; we’re trying to. I decided to stop eatingfast food entirely. My weight was down to 125 pounds and I'm 5 foot 11 sothat's very skinny.I was sitting at my mother's kitchen table talking to my brother and sisterwhen my sister said, "It is getting near dinner time, what are we eatingtonight? I want something good like KFC." I said, "You know I can't eatthat." My sister said, "Oh that's right, you've got to keep your slimgirlish figure." My brother laughed at my sister's mean comment. They bothknew the real reason. ” “We have a lot to do,” I said. “Keep your pants on,” Sylvia said. Then, after looking at me, she said, “Well, at least keep your jockeys on. I’ve already used your credit card to arrange the Cadillac. Carl, Janice and the hospitalist (I had to look that one up later; I thought it might be someone with a fetish for bed pans) will meet Drew at the airport and take him straight to the post-surgical ward.” Janice started crying again. Sylvia moved to comfort her, but Nate brushed her off. “My. .. the pain was.... too much....I felt nearness to my head. "Listen, slut. That was just a taste. Understand? You will *always* be keen and enthusiastic to accept my cock. OK?"I moaned and nodded. "Good. Now, where were we?"My legs were pulled apart, my body lifted a little. I felt a finger at my hole again. More lube. And then I felt entry again. He was hard. Really hard. Perhaps that punishment of me had turned him on even more?I pushed back a little, trying to meet his thrusts. Trying to be.