"Ok, that did seem true. Her mom was a casino maven who loved the slots.By the time we got to the casino, she'd be more focused on the gamesthan the d...ess.The more I thought about it, the more I kind of wanted to try it, too.I mean, I was really taken with the sensations of the clothes that Iwas wearing right at that moment, and I loved how I looked when Ilooked in the mirror. I also loved that Opie liked how I looked. Imean, she always 'liked' how I looked, but now she LIKED how I looked.If. It HAD gone poorly, just like this last week of instruction, and she had an unproven suspicion that it had gone poorly for the same reasons.The more she thought about it the more she saw parallels between how suppressed or repressed emotion had affected both the way Bob taught and the way her defloration had gone. In both cases their emotions had affected the situation negatively. In one case, it had caused a lethargy in Bob that had bled over to the kids. In the other it had caused them to. She could feel the eyes of the countless naked males around her feasting lewdly on the secret parts that had once belonged solely to her husband, parts she had protected just for Tim and which now had become her shame."Move back, my dear," she heard Andersson say in a now heavily breathing tone. She peered in the direction of his voice and thought she saw him standing beside some large box that was on stilts. "Go on," he snapped harshly, "move to the center of the bed... Or else!"Melanie. I heard Andy stirring. He groaned softly and opened his eyes, staring atme. "Then it wasn't a dream." I wish it had been," I replied softly."Tony, I'm so sorry," he began, looking at me with pain in his eyes. "Ijust couldn't control myself. I didn't even really realize it was you atfirst, although I don't think it would have made any difference. I justhad to have you. I've never felt a need that strong in my entire life." No apology is necessary," I assured him, sitting down on the bed nextto.