She took it as a compliment.Pat told everyone that only her parents called her Patricia. So she was Pat to Sandy, and to James, the older gentleman sh... became friends with. Those two she loved to chat with everyday. They were both writers too, of course. She had made it a habit to only make friends with fellow writers. That seemed safer somehow. Finally she had about thirty-five "friends" and only a few were what she would call real friends. These she trusted. Well, really, she trusted everyone. ?I understand.? Rick was less experienced and was a little ashamed to admitit. He didn't mention his sm feelings on purpose. The tanned sportive man withdark hair was scared she would leave him just because of his hidden feelings.His concerns may be justified or maybe not. He wasn't ready to talk about it.? ?Do you think I have beautiful boobs?? Sylvie asked, almost girlish. If shegiggled, you would think she wants sex for the first time. ?Honey, you know as I do, I think you have beautiful. She moved silently in front of my tears were streaming down her face and small sobs escaped every once and awhile once we got to my apartment which was very close to the campus. I slipped a blindfold over her eyes since she hadn't seen me yet. I pushed her into my room then onto my bed where I crawled over her as she began to sob harder at what she knew would come. but not yet. I pushed a ball gag in her mouth with some effort satisfied that she hadn't tried to scream in this process so far.. Aston slumped, ‘Here comes trouble,’ he thought, ‘an upset mother.’Adora walked over, or it looked more like she was being pulled over by the little figure in front of her. She looked at her boys holding wood clubs, then at Aston. “Gathering food for a short stay?” was all she asked.Now Aston felt some relief. “I figure we can stop here for a day or two to give Gren and Andrew a little time to start healing before we push them.”“I’ll try to explain to the little hellion here that these are.