If I ran, I might be able to catch her before she left.Session 32:“Okay, hypothetical: you live in a world where incest between brothers and sisters...isn’t weird.”Nod.“It’s also normal for sisters to be their brother’s sex slaves.”Nod. Jesus, Lucy. I was tempted to wake her up right then and there, screw the consequences.I didn’t, of course. I was pretty sure everything was going to be fine with Marcie, but I wanted to be sure before I took any chances. And so in the meantime I was just. She could kill her time and could stay away from boredom. But her bodily craving for sex was still unfulfilled.She was never fulfilled of her body needs from her husband. She was leading a life in an elite class. So she couldn’t think of cheating her loving husband with any of her many lusty friends.She knew that if she allowed any one of her lusty friends to scramble her body. One or the other day, her husband will catch her. She then thought of some fun discreetly with a stranger with no. “I like this dress,” I say with a kiss as she offers me her cheek.“Thanks. I got it when I was in London last month. It's been hiding in my closet waiting for a special occasion.” She’s playing with her earlobe.“And... this is a special occasion?” I ask, somewhat timidly.I shouldn’t be rattled. Those high school years worked to harden me. Trying to figure out who the fuck I was, constantly fighting with what the norm said I should be, but my heart telling me the opposite. I don't regret any of. She was fiddling with her bra. I guess she was going to nurse him, which wouldn't have been that big of a deal since we were the only ones left in the food court area. She had lifted up her shirt and totally exposed her breast to me. She then went to get the baby and noticed he had gone to sleep. She then glanced over at me as if to say "Oh well."I watched as she rolled her shirt back down over top of her breast. She didn't, however, tuck it back inside her bra. It continued to leak and within.