" Mary-Anne had been enjoying our play and investigation just as much as me. "I'll need to give myself a climax tonight after that. Do you masturbate ...ery often? I'd have loved to see you doing it and let you see me. I wish I was staying another night."I was flabbergasted at her frankness and extremely excited at the thought of seeing her playing with herself, I didn't even know that girls did that sort of thing, but I had a pretty good idea how, now. I decided that since she was being so. After a couple of more minutes she sighed, stood up, moved her vanity bench back, and began to put her clothes on.Lying in bed that night before sleep took over, her mind flitted around recalling her two days at Michael's. That night she dreamed that she got completely undressed before Michael, and let him fondle and caress her between her legs. The next day at school it was only by using great discipline that she was able to keep her mind focussed on the lessons of the day, rather than having. He would go for weeks with only minimal thoughts of her, shaking them off and pushing them away as soon as they arose; and then he would have a "Carol dream," and he'd be depressed for days. He would dream of seeing her briefly, then trying to find her but only getting short glimpses from far away; or of seeing and being near her, but she could not see him. Or of talking and laughing with her and just being friends again. They all left him aching when he woke up. But the worst dreams were the. He walked into the living room and said, “Hello, Melissa. I’m sorry about your grandmother. I know that you cared about her a lot.”“Oh, shut up. You hated her, just like you hate all women,” retorted Melissa.It would have been very hard to say that he liked his mother-in- law, but he didn’t hate her. The woman was evil and he had avoided her as much as possible. He wasn’t going to make an issue out of it even though he was sorry to hear that she had died. He said, “I’m here to take you.