Nothing. I just thought I'd heard those names before." The father's abuse was ... excessive," continued Marissa."You mean... ?" Yes, so the stories go... he raped his own daughter repeatedly and it was said the mother not only knew of it, but helped even to the point of holding the girl down while the father ... oh, it's just too gruesome.'"No, I'd like to know. Please." Well, after several years William was lost at sea, but the boy, Simon, had become so warped by watching his father's. ..As always, the rest of the evening was filled with chatting, joking, and generally calming down from the workday, it wasn't for long however that your friends began to comment on how Finn and you had only eye for one another, on how good Finn and you looked together, on how you and Finn should find a room... You had heard them tease the two of you, as had Finn but the both of you seemed to let it slide for among the teasing and the joking there was one voice that stood out to you, the voice. That? s all. I am the Mistress. Iam your Goddess.?I stared at her. We had been together a long time. But there was astreak of cruelty in her that I did not recognize. Her power hadbrought out a degree of ruthlessness.I looked around. I saw the sofa, the television, the dining room table.They were all her possessions. Now, I was no different from any ofthem. I was her property, stamped and registered. There was no back,and there was no way out.For a moment, I thought about running. Just. Down his chest, slowly, down.Down.And he is rising, I feel him rising, feel him brush my belly, feel thewarm, smooth shape, hard, long. Not quite demanding.My fingers touch, gently, gently, follow the curve of him lower still.In my hand: warm, round shifting beneath skin, wiry fur. Trail fingersup. Does he shiver? Again. And once again. He does. He's shaking.Trembling in the cool blue light of morning.But he still holds me close, his tongue in me. I could, I guess, slipfree. Let lips slip.