”Constance was delighted with the answer and let the boy know of her pleasure with a warm smile.“Well done… yes that is very much a part of soci...l; skills. Now of course, at the moment you are a very young man… and as yet you have probably only given a cursory thought to marriage. But let me ask you, what do you think the ideal qualities of a husband would be?”Constance liked the way that the boy considered the question. She leaned forward again, her body language encouraging him to answer.“I. I lacked the poetry, the art to express how I felt. I could not fit such a feeling into a single word. I couldn’t fit such a feeling into a whole dictionary’s worth of words. I quit trying and just basked in the feeling that I had never known up to this point in my life. The phone rang rousing me from my reverie. I cursed the interloper silently. I walked gingerly over to the phone while muttering soft curses to myself. I picked up the receiver and felt the cold plastic against my ear. I. Don't even think about refusing to do this because we have a two hour tape that has been edited and put together of the good times you have had with the dogs and with Roberto and others. It has been professionaly edited so that you come across as a seasoned and professional dog slut. That tape will be sent to your family and your mother and father and in-laws unless you do exactly what you are told."I sat their stunned. I had always known that there was a reason for what they were doing to me. Cambell’s wish, and number two, It cannot be for more wishes. Please try and be specific.”“I still don’t know what your talking about” I said much more coherently. The robe figure shrugged and pointed to the mirror on the back of my door. Getting his point I got up and gazed into the mirror. Staring back at me was a woman in her early twenties. She had long brown hair medium sized breasts and stood about five foot eight. She was actually rather attractive. Looking at her I expected to get a.