Right as the waterworks opened and tears ran down her face I held out my arms to her for a hug. As she eyed me suspiciously I noticed that she was now...wearing anything but a modest one-piece suit.After a few more seconds of silent tears, she took me up on my offer. I held her close to me as I patted her back with one hand and ran my fingers through her hair with the other. She soon calmed down but didn’t let me go. When I felt hard nipples pushing into my stomach I broke the hug.“I’m honored. Either the lowlife scum they speak to are incredibly loyal or they fear a long, rigorous torture and then death more than they do a short prison term and quick death. Their luck changes when they reach their latest stop.“What kind of dump is this” Geoffrey asks as they pull into the parking lot.“The kind that might get us some answers,” Spencer says, climbing out of the car.Sam and the junior agent follow him in. She leans in just as they pass from daylight outside, to near darkness inside.. A symmetrical pattern of sixteen thick needles piercing herright breast. The outside of her left breast the current object of Myattention. The slap of My hand, the short flogger, the crop, a wooden spoon,all seeking out the same target. What was once pale white, soon becomes pink,then deeper reds begin to appear, raised welts, and even hints of dark blues.She twists and dances, squirming to the staccato rhythms I perform. She singsout, accompanying Me. A duet? Or is it really a solo? Never does. John put his hand on her forearm and eased her back into the seat."But that was your mother. And you know you could always sleep in your bed with me if you wanted." You're right. Mom said you could sleep there until we made more permanent arrangements. And before I knew it, I was permanently on the couch, acting as a guest any time I needed things out of my own room. But before we go on, you said something else. You said I could have shared the bed with you. We need to get this out in the open.