?Out on deck, now!? ordered Nora, and the two sinners obeyed. Threatened with lethal weapons, they stood naked on the deck beside the aft cabin and a...lowed Nora to bind their hands behind their backs.Marshall grinned and said, ?It's all a game, isn't it, Nora? I mean it was only a harmless mercy fuck.? Nora snatched the cigarette from his lips and snubbed it out against his neck. Marshall cried out in pain and begged for forgiveness.?Don't be such a wimp, Marshall,? said Mom. ?Hell hath no. " I said."Better judged by 12 than carried by 6," she agreed. "I have certainly heard that enough times as justification for bold actions."On both sides of the good and evil line I'm sure," I added for her."That is true. So it seems they were right," she said. She saw the look of confusion on my face. "All the reports on my desk." Ah the interviewers who proceeded you," I agreed."And the background reports. On paper you were perfect, the interviews were all we could hope for and more. You are. It was nice, not racy not vulgar, not numbing, just nice. I decided that should be how it was to be. After all, it was nice.I was the perfect daughter, the perfect daughter and the perfect wife. And I liked it, I liked perfection in every aspect of my life, but somehow, my sexual needs had started taking over my functioning. I’d find myself masturbating at noon, in the evening, and sometimes, at night, in the washroom, after I’ve had sex.A few years later, we had a child and had moved for good. ‘He’s late, bet he’s chickened out’ was just out of her mouth as she heard a car pull up outside.‘Showtime’ Moving downstairs, she went out to the car to meet who was taking her to the club. They’d met for coffee previously, he was ok looking, good sense of humour and would tease her about things all the time. Seemed to have a good soul though.Musing she got into the car, leaned over and gave him a quick kiss, accepting the compliment on her appearance.‘Nervous?’ he said.‘Why should I be’ ‘Fair.