How could this be? How could this possibly happen? When we were eighteen years old we demanded to know the truth from our parents. My Mama told me tha... Charles’s father, Emmet Tate, had been a few years older than she and seduced by his charm and good looks and wealth. And they both swore never to let the truth be told to me and Paul for they didn’t think we’d become childhood sweethearts instead of just being friends. When Charles and I met up at the bench one hot summer’s day by the swamp. I paid the bar tab and we headed for the door. As I started to hail a cab, she interrupted, “Let’s just walk, it’s only a few blocks” I agreed and we walked the few blocks to a nice apartment building. She opened her purse and fished out some keys. “I make better coffee than anyone around here, hope you don’t mind” Mind? Hell, this was going better than I could have ever imagined. Entering her place, she dropped her purse and keys on a small table. Kicking her heels off underneath the table. " It is!"Christy trembled as she stepped into the sapphire room, her black staff gripped in sweaty hands, the door thudding behind her. Britney had almost been spitting with rage when she had stormed out. Kyle stood in the center of the room, staring at an image conjured out of mist while the emissary stood pale-faced and quaking."What is going on?" Christy asked, forcing the words out of her mouth as she dragged her feet across the room. She looked at the image, her eyes widening. "Is that.... Once she started using her fingers to rub and tease my sensitive love-button, I was coming helplessly, and she was back up the bed, kissing me and letting me taste my own love-juices from her lips. She lay kissing and stroking until I had stopped twitching, and was breathing easily again. Then, she got out of bed and undid the cords holding the spreader bar to the bottom of the bed. I thought she was going to release me, but she lifted the bar, and my legs, high, tying the cord firmly to the.