‘husband, ‘ a.k.a. lover.Sean started, “I’m trying to understand Mark Worthington. I’d love to accomplish a fraction of what he has, but the...social side of his life fascinates me. You started to date him about a year ago, but with your sister?”“Yes, we both fell for him at the same time. Since we were used to sharing, we decided to share Mark.”Sean’s eyebrows rotated up his forehead, and I nodded to imply that his little fantasy was accurate. He went on, “But then I learned that after you’d. And you were that. But I felt you might have succumbed more to your own feelings than my, uh ... charms, and awake ashamed, and I did not want to make matters—" —worse?" she finished. "For me? Shit, Carlos, it was a wild day. It started off with near-enslavement, I killed other living beings for the first time on purpose"—the smile abruptly left her face—"it ended with my not being sure I'd wake up alive—that's a weird way to say it, isn't it, how else would you wake up at all?—anyhow, hell,. Was she trying to humiliate me? Indeed, I felt humiliated as the toothpaste began to drip out from between my lips, escaping from my full mouth and making its way down my chin. An idea struck me and I didn’t wipe the froth away, allowing another stream of it to ooze out of my mouth and down my face. Slowly the river of saliva and toothpaste dripped down my chin, collecting in a large glob at the end and falling from my five-foot tall frame to the floor where it made a loud splatting sound. It. The two men stuffed her into the cab's luggage compartment and jumped into the carriage. The driver shook the reins and the carriage started forward and made its way through the streets and out of the city, toward an old countryside estate.Marianne slowly awoke feeling the groggy aftereffects of the injection. Her mouth felt like cotton, there was a buzzing noise running through her brain, and she could not move her arms or legs for some strange reason."Ahh, I see you are awake, my dear," a.