Dedalus had presumed to be intuitive insight on Melanie's part was indeed the case.She had perceived her mother's crime of passion and was living it o...t in the real world.Through her he had been able to retrace backward and uncover the event of her mother's sin.The reason for her death was now clear. Nora's guilt at expressing her wild fantasy had played havoc with her mind.Her brain must have pulsed with intense waves of guilt for having the nerve to make real her most decadent urge.She felt. .literally?I didn't really have to ask...even if it made no sense, it felt like themost natural thing in the world. I wasn't even doing it for the promise ofsex anymore. I just wanted to make Dirk proud of me. Of course, 'proud'takes on a completely different definition in The Basement...one thatinvolves dehumanizing degradation and servile submission...but one thatalso involves being good at something...making someone happy. I neverrealized how important that was to me until I started trying. “Oh man, this is just like high school in the back seat,” Kelly said. “Getting felt up.” On the screen, the girls attacked a new set of penises. “Give me that hand, John,” said Mary. She sucked on his index finger, wetting it good. “Now slide your finger in her, she likes that.” A minute later, Mary reached over and took John’s hand out from Kelly’s pants, licked his fingers. “Doesn’t taste a bit like butterscotch to me, baby,” she said. Kelly smiled, “Nope, today it’s just plain ole. Occasionally younger couples would make a trip with me. Such was the case on one trip when a newly married couple joined the boat in Seattle for a trip up the Inside Passage, a famous route followed by most US fishing boats going through Canada to Alaska and back.Janine was 23 y/o. She was maybe 4'11', about 90#, very pert and cute with a smile that would raise the dead. She was an avid hiker, runner, and SCUBA diver, and was in splendid shape. Her husband, Gene, had been on the swimming.