"When Myriam was eleven, almost twelve, her stepfather raped her," she went on in her freakish third person way. "Yes, I know — you never knew he wa...n't her father. He married her mother after she had gotten pregnant with her. She loved the boy that had made her pregnant, but he was young. Under pressure from his parents he fled from his responsibilities."She finished her gin and tonic. "My mother is from old money — lots of it. She also had a very strict upbringing, as you know. The pregnancy. ...I'm sure she appreciated that, and I told myself that the littleshow she was giving me was her way of saying 'thank you'. Well...as luckwould have it, I was rewarded for my patience and eventually,Bonnie uncrossed her legs and even leaned back at one point stretching herarms...giving me an incredible view of her white panties as she did so. Thatwas it!!! I stroked harder and faster, trying desperately not to show myexcitement above the desk, nor an exaggerated arm movement from below.. .. a year at most!Hastily, then, she began to pack, making a careful selection of her clothing. She would only take one bag, she decided, because she was just going to disappear... leaving everything just as it was in her apartment. There won't be any suspicion for a couple of days... and that's just enough time... for me to lose myself... in the backwoods... The telephone rang.She decided to ignore it. Getting packed and leaving, as soon as she could was more important. Time might be running. I’m pretty sure you are far more experienced than I am, but you don’t have to provide details. What’s important is where we go from here.”“Let me ask you an important question, then,” I said. “If we were to have a physical relationship, whatever that means, are you expecting me to be completely exclusive with you?”She thought for a moment before answering.“I guess that depends on where we are in terms of our relationship. It should be obvious that for right now, I’m not asking for anything like.