In those letters, she offered and even promised him whatever he wanted. When he returned home on leave, Diane was there, in a tight fitting, backless,...cleavage-revealing dress, with her special smile—her you can have me whenever and however you want smile. Even obtuse George knew it meant she was his for the taking. More to point, she wanted him to do so, right away, and to be sure he understood, she whispered that into his ear! That evening, he didn’t have to ask. She gave herself to him.. “What happens now?” Alan asked, finally.I shook my head. “I don’t know.”“We can fix this. People get past this kind of thing.”“Fuck, Alan! I said I don’t know!” With the last of my energy, I pushed back from the table, scooped up Madison’s underwear and threw them in his face. “That means I don’t fucking know!”I grabbed the almost empty wine glass and headed for the stairs, leaving Alan behind to sit and wonder. But I had told him the truth. I didn’t know. Leave him? Be angry for a while, but. She pulled meback to look her in the eyes, held my gaze for a bit longer, and noddedher head so there was an overt acknowledgement of the control she had. Inodded my head also."Don't speak in that way to me, Timmy," she said, her voice cold as ice.She let go of my arms and raised my body up off the bed a bit and liftedmy chin so I was still looking her in the eye. Then she said, "Rememberwho decides what is best for you or you will receive a real punishmentand not the playing around we have. Only now was I beginning to understand the (self-imposed) loneliness that she felt throughout her first eleven years of school.Somehow, Lynette filled a need within Kristen that I couldn't fill. Maybe it was the fact that they were both female. Then again, it could be that Kristen felt free to dominate Lynette, which she may have felt that she couldn't do with me since I had the power of the tickets. Whatever it was, Lynette filled a very important need within Kristen, and likewise Kristen.