For weeks Ruth watched, different women different men always the spanking, then worse, sex, forced sex dominant older men controlling the women to do ...heir perverse acts fulfilling all their filthy needs. Ruth was certain she could never let anyone perform those filthy acts with her, even though for the last two weeks she had locked her office door during lunch. What a sight if anyone could enter, skirt pulled up round her waist sat on an old towel to prevent staining her chair, white cotton. They had walked up tothe bar and sat down with their back to me. They talkedto the bartender for a couple of minutes, then theheavyset one looked around and spotted me sitting aloneand she nudged the other one. Both got up and headed inmy direction.The heavyset one looked to be about forty and she waswearing some cheap lingerie. The skinny one was wearinga yellow string bikini. She was obviously a teenager,but because her short hair had been glued down and overher forehead with mousse, and she. Marsha’s new romantic relationship didn’t quite pan out, nor did the one after it, but she was back in the game to stay and by the end of the year had a new steady boyfriend, Jeff, that seemed to suit her well enough that she often now sometimes spent nights at his home. Despite all odds, I found that I liked him and we got along well together. He was a member of The Church and was a nudist at home, but always wore clothes when visiting our house. I just never could get into the whole nudism. "I could almost see the light coming on in both of our heads. If I had my period, and Liz had hers, well, that left only one other tampon user in this house. Mom was just turning 37, way too young for the Change in Live.We kept our questions to ourselves. Instead we worked back, trying to figure something out. "I know she had her period when we were at that town," Liz said one night when we were in bed. "You did, I did, and so..." You know, Sis, Mom likes to do several guys at a time.".