I had nothing to lose. My son, who rarely spoke to me, was about to finish college. The only women I was able to date back in New York were divorced, ...ver weight, bitter and carrying more baggage than a freight train.At forty nine, I was in pretty good shape with a touch of grey in my hair. I was often told that I didn't look a day over thirty five. I certainly wasn't ready to pack it in. Since there wasn't a lot of sex going on for me after the divorce, the gym became my sanctuary. My abs are. But she needs to know how to dress, to pour, to provide a class act. Cook a little, clean a little, but be a lady. Increase the Pygmalion bit." More expense?" Not much. I'm sure Mercedes can show her the fundamentals. In Spanish. But a dress or two to hang on her rack. She's responding well to her makeover, but breasts do not a lady make." What next? A year at that finishing school? Does prime rate mean anything to you?" It's the difference between a diamond in the rough and a rough cut. The. He simply leaned down and bit into the softness of her right ear."Oooow!" Hush, and obey me."Little Marie loosed a flood of tears as she reached for the hem of her dress.Lawrence tore at her bodice. He ripped cord and seam in order to expose the girl's slight breasts. He bit into one.She shuddered and squawked."Pull them up, you child slut." Lawrence pulled on his cock. His foreskin winked at the trembling girl.Marie hoisted her skirts. Her bloomers were bright white.Soon, Lawrence thought,. .”“I think that’s because you’ve lost contact with your essential self. Sometimes when people go into shock, they kind of do something, uh, let’s see, I think it’s called ‘disassociation’ or something like that. They step away from their essence and become almost like a second personality that observes events in a disinterested manner. I’m putting it really poorly, but I think that’s approximately what happens.”“Kevin, that’s amazing. That’s almost what my shrink told me had happened. And I.