I squirm on the sheets, my toes curling, moans escaping my lips. Quigley? You’re squeezing my fingers really tight.”“Oops.”“What are you con...emplating?”“I should start running baseball statistics through my head, or else I’ll never be able to leave this room.”“I can’t believe I said those things out loud.”“I know what I’ll be dreaming about tonight. While we’re in confession mode, even though I’ve denied it for a while, I’m in love… I love you, Jax.”“Quigley.”“I’ve never done this before.”. Arlene draped a towel around her sister's shoulders and tucked it intothe collar of her blouse. Arlene, clearly directing the scene, said,"Madge, let your son take out your braid. Wendell, take the bow off yourMother's braid and gently remove the elastic band."Madge moved over to Wendell and turned her back. Wendell, still perchedon his step stool, did as he was told. "Very good. Now, starting at thebottom, slowly undo your Mommie's braid." Wendell wasn't sure he washappy about this part of. I have never spoken to him since that night. I haven't told many people. Less than a handful know my story. All of these years, it has been my dark secret. However, it's time for me to share my story.I am telling it now for several reasons. The number one reason is for me. Maybe, by telling it, I can, finally, put everything behind me and move forward. Maybe, Scott will read my story and realize just what he did to me. Lastly, maybe my telling it will mean someone else will not have to. When they had their first time, she broke his hips. She hasn't been satisfied since. She has a body like steel, as the speed of a jet, and the strength of a million and one, and the stamina of a bullet train.Lady Midnite: A billionaire woman who owns one of the largest corporations in the world and has too much time on her hands. Out of total boredom, she equipped herself with technological gadgets and prowls the streets of the city, delivering pain and pleasure to anyone (un)lucky enough to.