"It's difficult for a man lying on the floor to patronize someone standing over him, but Toshimura managed it. "Amanda, has he brainwashed you? Brainw...shed you all?" his head turned toward the others. "He started this. Had to. They were our friends ten minutes ago. I know I did nothing to change that—and they were still trying to protect me, take me out of the violence, when the shooting started; they were still my friends. So who did what to start all that? I'll tell you—him! He's the one who. He looked pensive and finally said, "Using somebodys credit card and IDis illegal."I replied, "I have permission to use the credit card, the bills would bepaid so there will be no fraud, and the ID is only to make it easier touse the card." I noticed he was not making eye contact with me he keptlooking at my chest and legs.He replied, "OK what do you mean by pretend to be your husband?"I said, "Don't worry Mike, you are really not my type, we sleep inseparate beds."He looked at me quizzically. I can’t wait to make your mound as red as your ass.”“Oh, fuck, yes!”Jenny’s body flinched with every stroke of the leather as it bit into her delicate flesh. I felt like my cock might burst, but I couldn’t stop yet. It was too fascinating to watch the mix of pleasure and pain on her face while I turned her pussy crimson. Her labia and clit were red and puffy from the flogger, and she was writhing around like a bitch in heat on my brother’s kitchen counter.I continued tormenting her tender cunt. It felt... natural, as though that was the way things were supposed to be.Sleeping alone had long since ceased to feel right.I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position.I was lonely.I got up, turned on the hot tub's heater, waited for the water to warm and then slid in, sat back and tried to relax.Somewhere around four in the morning, while I was musing on the subject of honor, I sorta nodded off.Honor has become a troubling concept for those of us living in the modern western.