?”I have to think fast. I don’t want to lie, but I can’t tell her an alien healed me, either. “You did give me a really great massage.” I le... that hang, hoping she will draw the wrong conclusion, and only feeling slightly guilty. Technically I’m lying.“Massage. . . Yeah. . . I never knew a massage could do that.” Her eyes are still locked on my torso, and I want to change the subject.“I don’t think you came to look at my bruises. Why are you here?” Her eyes immediately drop back to her clasped. ”“Alright, go on.”“Kyle, I’ve always wanted to give myself to a man completely. That means submitting to his every desire no matter how low or perverse it is. I want his every desire to be fulfilled with my only pleasure coming from his joy. Does that sound dirty and perverse?”“No, mom, and I think I know exactly what you’re talking about. Go on.”“The problem is that I don’t know exactly how to do it. I don’t mean running to get him a beer when he yells or cooking nice food or keeping the house. She found one dress, which did not excite her, but she thought if she spent the evening at the sewing machine, perhaps she could make something of it? She bought it and feeling depressed, grabbed lunch in the food court.She was deep in thought about her dress situation. It was warmer than she thought it should be in the mall and she had hiked her dress from under her butt to feel the relatively cool fiberglass bench on her butt. She had also mindlessly hiked the dress pretty high on her thighs. "You're delicious," he said."I can't believe that either." I'll be most happy to show you again."Her hand squeezed his knee."I fear I could not survive that again." Nonsense," he said. "The time will come when you can survive that three or four times in a row."She was amazed at how refreshed she felt."That is nonsense," she said firmly.He grinned. "You are new to this. Trust me. There are yet many delights for you to experience." And do you promise I will not break into small pieces and fly off.