Mrs. Mendoza owns the restaurant and most of the family works either here or hauling freight for Mr. Mendoza, so the entire extended family eats their...meals here.”He was about to ask more questions when the ladies came in bearing the platters and bowls filled with our supper. The kids all trailed in behind them, and we all dug in. Captain King listened with fascination to the various discussions going on around the table. I told Anna in Apache that I couldn’t wait to see his reaction to meal. I was a stubborn, controlling, manipulative slut. But I wanted to be controlled! I wanted to be abused! We talked about it, and agreed that an old-school chauvinistic relationship would be best. I started telling my boyfriend how I had been watching porn and masturbating at least two hours a day for the past few days, even though we had both said wed take a break from that. I wanted to get him mad. We talked about rules. No watching porn or reading literotica without permission. Ask permission. Molly suspected now that she had done it for the attention; the divorce of her parents had driven her close to the edge. And Molly’s presence had not helped the situation. David would bring her to Molly’s house when he could, preferring she stay there rather than pass out in the bed of someone he didn’t know. Ashleigh resisted as much as she could; her dislike of Molly was visible, and Molly, having no experience with wayward daughters, loathed the girl with an equal fervor. David’s attempts to. Look, turn it around. My mom pointed this out to me when we discussed my relationship with Tom. What if Tom and I had met first, fallen in love, and maybe gotten engaged—and then our parents had met and gotten married? People would have thought, ‘Oh, how cool is that?’ But flip the timing around; they married first, so society’s taboo on intimacy between siblings, even unrelated step-siblings, rears its head. But our situation is no different than if Tom and I had gotten together first. So.