They were natural born manipulative bitches, but having been married to the queen of manipulative bitches for a number of years, I was aware of the tr...cks that they would employ. I, however, have developed a few tricks of my own."I told you that they were permanent, did I not?" I asked, raising her head with a finger beneath her delicate chin. As I expected, she couldn't resist returning my gaze defiantly."Yes, sir," she answered, some of the belligerence I knew to be there showing.I took a. I ended up going back home and eating some left over chinese. Trying to put everything that happen so far into context. Slowy but surely I felled into a deep sleep. Yet again I was having the same dream. I awoke in the same room, showing nothing but candles. The women on the sofa calling me to come to her. But this time when I finally reach her, she was upset. I tired several times to grab hold of her, but nothing work. After a few minutes she finally looks my way. Yet again I can nothing but. It's not only sex. They... They're meant for each other, at least Brandon and Meredith are. Zach and Christa... I dunno about, but they know how to make it work. Even if they aren't, like, The One for each other, it's pretty clear they still love each other, and they can make up in effort what they lack in chemistry." In effort," she asked."Mmm," he said. "Well. There's a saying people use in countries where they have arranged marriages. They say to us, 'You marry the person you love. We love. Ever since that night more than a month ago, she’d anticipated him calling her in the middle of the night again for more phone sex, but he hadn’t. It didn’t keep her from exploring herself more fully and finding she could never orgasm as spectacularly as that night when he’d told her to touch herself. Her face flamed at the memory. “Baby,” he purred, making her wet her panties at the sound. “Y-yes?” “We can be together now, no interruptions.” She almost stopped breathing. Her mouth worked,.