Suddenly two people who used to always get along were now struggling to even hold a normal conversation.“Look Beth, I think we should have a talk wh...n you have time. We can’t leave things like this between us. Can we meet up when you have some time?”“Sure. I am working today. I am at the office alone on Saturdays. This would be a great place to talk with no interruption.”“That will be great. How about noon or so. I will stop and get lunch if that’s ok.”“Good, I will see you about noon.”I. A definite change had come over her, and Doug just couldn't figure out what it was. It certainly wasn't just her new job or the new clothes she bought. She just seemed like a different woman. More mature, and more sensual somehow. But what was the use of this dynamic new change if she persisted in ignoring him? So he had determined to take the afternoon off from work and try to get to the bottom of things. He figured that she'd be at home this afternoon, and after they had solved the problems. Her wrathful expression softened, then fell completely, and her eyes bespoke her surrender long before the defeated whimper exited her lips. “Does it turn you on, you twisted slut?” I giggled, “The idea of me doing those things to Mom?”“No…” She whimpered. “Don’t lie to me,” I whispered into her ear, “your body tells me all I need to know.” I licked her lush lips, and hissed, “Let your mouth say it too. Does the idea of me raping and torturing our mother into a mind-broken slut make your little. Aged sixteen to eighteen, they were giddy with what they imagined as anonymous freedom in a big city. “Sorry, Miss Taylor,” Chad said, zipping up his pants. “My card wouldn’t open the door and I didn’t think I’d make it all the way to the lobby. I don’t even know if they have restrooms down there. You saved me, thanks.” This was both awkward and not. Two weeks ago, Chad and I had masturbated each other and more, about which I’ve already written. Even at age 21, I remained committed to my.