"I was falling more in love with Ronnie. It wasn't the consuming passion I had for Martha, but it was a loving friendship whose progressive developmen... continually surprised me. I began to think that Anita paled more and more in comparison to Martha and Ronnie, and so did all the others I'd met in New York. The episode with Anita seemed more a transgression against both of the young women who filled my days and nights in the city.My feelings toward both of them had me guilt ridden as I set up. He made me sit up and he slid the robe off my shoulders. I watched it puddle around me on the bed as his hands rested on my shoulders and pushed me onto my back again. He watched me breathing deeply with my large breasts looking up at him as they rose and fell. I could tell by the way his eyes were turning red with lust that he liked what he saw.I was burning, oh I was burning when he leaned down and took my left nipple into his mouth and began to suck and run his tongue around my taut,. Around 6pm, I bound the family together and facing away from each other. I would have to leave them alone for a while, I needed to have the father come into the house and see me holding the gun to his sons head to insure he wouldnt fight me. After making sure that there was nothing the family could get a hold of to free themselves, I carried the youngest upstairs and sat in the living room recliner. I sat him in my lap and told him in a sweet and gentle voice that he had to be quiet. I turned. I have seen s’you before. Don’t lie to mea.” She was waving her glass all over the place. I thought she was going to drop it on the floor. She held it steady in her fingers. She was a pro at drinking after all. “What do you mean, you saw me before?” I quickly added to my defense. “I have seen s’you looking at s’your sister.” She said as straight as a sober person. “What mom, I mean…” I just let my voice trail off. I was caught and there was nothing I could do about it. What is the point?.