I think I understand them, a little better. Tying me up is just going to make me angry again." But you're ready, Mommy." He looked up, plain faced."Fo... what?" I worried."To begin your training. Now that you're my cum slut, Mommy. I have to start on raping you for real."I opened my mouth to object, vehemently, but nothing issued.He looked at my reddedned wrists. Flakes of skin peeled from beneath cords."Do those hurt?" YES!" I cried. Still trying to collect my argument."Good." He brightened.. I’mnot a writer myself, but I can read, and my God, most of that stuff isso awful I wouldn’t feed it to my dog.” “Well, yes, but,” said Amy. “I mean, I don’t see myself asespecially trashy, or a slut or anything – I’m not very experienced atall – but I really like what I do know of it, and I think that comesout in my writing.” I was getting anxious to see some of this writing,as you can imagine. “Well, it’s beginning. We had agreed on a plan. The storm had continued to get worse and now we could see trees coming down across the neighborhood, but our house didn?t have any trees around it, precisely because my grandfather believed that trees presented the greatest danger in a storm.We had cooked a pot roast previously and set up a table in the living room for dinner. I wondered whether I should ask Dan to have a word with me and see what he thought about the idea, but I noticed his heightened interest in Jill. He ran into the room and scooped her into his arms, spinning her around. ‘Holy shit. I can’t believe it worked. You’re a genius,’ he said, finally placing her down on the floor. ‘Did you see the look on her face? It was priceless.’ ‘She deserved it. And it’s only going to get worse for her next week.’ Tyler gazed down into Gwen’s eyes and she was growing weaker by the moment. ‘But I don’t want to think about it anymore.’ ‘What do you want to do instead?’ she asked, biting her lip. Tyler.