In some small sense, it’s a question of honour. I signed the agreement and I will respect it. But more than that, above all, I will obey and accept ...ecause that is my place. I want to obey her, and enjoy in my turn the satisfaction my obedience brings her.And with that I tell myself that an obligation to request permission is not in itself a problem. I am still free. Perhaps one day, it might be a problem if permission to leave is requested and then denied. But I will face that dilemma on the. We all sat talking away about this and that until Ray excused himself and went to the loo, when he had gone I asked Dawn what she thought and she said she thought he didn’t like her much so I asked why? She said just an opinion. I asked her what she thought of him and she said she thought he was lovely and very sexy! So when he got back I said, “Ray – Dawn thinks you don’t like her” he replied, “what gave you that idea Dawnl?” And he turned to her and kissed her fully on the lips pushing his. Whiting was gone the next day. As I unpacked theclothes, mom put them in the washer to take out the scent of Janice'sperfume, and with Jeff helping me, we set up the bed in my room,stashing mine in the basement. It might seem macabre to some, but momand I talked about it a lot, and I decided that it was just clothing andsome furniture, nothing more. Her memory lingered of course, but Iforged ahead, and began to try on the clothes, keeping some, and notothers. All of her panties, bras and shoes. “No, it’s fine. Brock knows all about it,” Melanie said.“Well, I need some wine for this! Let’s sit down and dish!” Nicole twisted off the cap on the wine and fished around for some clean glasses. Melanie only had assorted mason jars as drinking glasses.At first, she thought her sister would say something snarky, but Nicole smiled and said those would work just fine.Nicole asked Brock if he would show her son around. She wanted to talk one on one with her sister. Brock invited him into his.