" Michael said with a smile this time, pleased at his repartee."I don't agree." Intervened Lizbeth, "I think that good talk could be a lot more intima...e than sex." Well I guess so," Michael replied, "but what does that prove?"Then I said, "Tell you what, Michael, I'll take your wife into the bedroom and have intimate conversation with her and you can have an intimate conversation with mine right here. Is that all right? Would you mind?" No I guess not." But you would mind if I screwed your. ”She wasn’t sure what, however.Did the video order me to do something? she thought. No, Brenda would have told me if it gave us any commands. No triggers, she said. But I need to do something. Maybe if I watch it again.Twenty-three minutes later...“It feels even better each time,” she said breathlessly. “Oh fuck, my panties are soaked. What do I do now? I need to do something. No. I need to be told to do something. But how?”She looked at the description again and expanded the text box. “Watch. Even if she won't admit it." Cathy's head had jerked around at Michelle's words now she looked down at the table. "She has this real insecurity thing going on now, sort of like I had when we first met. She hides it just as well as I did too, but it's there. You helped with mine six years ago, whether you knew it or not, and I think you can help her as well." Cathy, you really should bed him, he's good, and listen to him when he talks to you. He hides things in humor and wise-acre comments, but. "Are these the same drink?" my mother asked in a confused tone.I took my drink and held it up to the light to investigate the firstalcoholic beverage I would drink in front of my mother.While handing the other glass to my mother he responded. "Jayce's glasshas a little less of the good stuff." He smiled and winked at me."Aaaand this effects the color how?" I quizzed him."Stay in school," he responded simply.My mother and I shared a confused glance and both took a sip from ourdrinks. My mother.