If I had done the same thing at home, I likely would have had insults or worse hurled at me. It was a strange feeling to wander about openly, and be t...eated as essentially a normal person.I wondered whether it was just this neighbourhood that was friendly to those who had been changed by MORFS, or if maybe, the unfriendly places like Greenvale were the exception, rather than the rule. Buoyed up by the feeling of acceptance, I tried to stand straighter, and free my hands from my pockets.We soon. " Yours still living?" Yeah, but we don't talk much. Jon lives with foster parents. They took in my best friend from middle school, and when Jon was born he convinced them to take him too."We got to my room and I pulled a binder off my shelf. "These are the plans. The chemical stuff is in the front and the designs for industrial production are in the back." You scaled it up? That's great; now we can get cost estimates."He left and I stripped naked. I lay down on the bed and began fantasizing. “Honey, you do know how much I love you, don’t you?”I nodded, my smile telling Sue my feelings better than words.“And that nothing between me and Francis will ever get in the way of our love?”I kissed her softly, trying to remove the slightly nervous look on Sue’s face, happy to see her relax a little. “I know, darling,” I told her, helping her face to relax into a smile.“If I thought it was hurting you or troubling you, I’d stop it right now,” she reassured me.There was something in Sue’s. Sometime if he was angry going out he could walk and think changing his mood dependent on the day to a happy soul all sweetness and light on his return or to a sadistic savage who she hardly recognised and in that mood, she knew it would be a visit to the dungeon in the roof space where he would take his temper out on her body, sometimes for an, hour at others for a day or more of bondage, pain and anguish. Today she knew not what to expect, it had started a week back and he now felt betrayed. .