The cries in his head of how his actions were not the same thing were ringing even more hollow now. The image of his mother being practically raped --...emotionally if not physically -- would not leave his head. Except now he saw himself doing the same thing to Linda, stripping her of any dignity that remained just to service him."Richie, answer me!" Linda cried.Richie looked up. "You don't get it, do you?"Linda looked taken aback and had no reply for him."You don't want this. I want it, not you.. I've got nothing to do and I'm a bit bored." Sure, why not? It would be nice to have some company, and someone who can give an opinion before I show it to Anita and Nina." Your ladies?" Yes. You must have scouted a few places before you decided on this one?" Yes. I had, as you, a rough idea where I wanted to settle but it took me a couple of trips to find this one. Yours is, if I understand you correctly, much smaller?" Yes. You can easily cross it on foot in a couple of hours. My father took. ”“We definitely need to spend some time talking openly. We have to get you over your shyness about this. Once you're a little more comfortable about your fantasies we can discuss how we might want to explore them.”“Are you saying that you might be willing to really do it?”“I'm certainly open to the possibility, but we have to talk first and I'm afraid it's getting late. We should probably get to bed. We can talk tomorrow.”“Traci, I don't think I can go to sleep right now. I'm too. "Mark handed off the flyer to Brooke. The flyer read:"Spring Break Fest in South Padre! Music! Party! Food! Spring Break Pageant which includes Twerk Contest!" It included the contact information at the bottom of the flyer."Mark. How thoughtful."He shrugged and said, "The contest is in a week's time. Get ready, all right?" I stay ready," She said with a smile.Meanwhile..."EIGHTEEN! EIGHTEEN!" Duty calls," Brooke said, delicately removing the food from the cooking area. She made her way to her.