Blushing, I again fought to widen my stance against the restraining effect of my bunched up jeans and slowly ground my hips in a sensual motion, press...ng myself back against the unyielding pressure of her finger. She giggled in my ear. “Slut,” she whispered. “If you make it into our Sorority, I might just plow that cute little shitter of yours every night.” I groaned at the thought, knowing I should protest and try to defend my honor, but the words failed me. Stephanie applied more pressure as. .. no, I’m usually up before this. Daylight usually wakes me. These drapes are really dark.”“I need it dark when I meditate,” she replied.” Speaking of which, Christian -- when I meditate ... Please, do not disturb me.”“Oh, I promise.” He swung his feet to the floor and stood. Carmen approached him and they embraced. She stroked his cheeks. “Stubble,” she remarked.“Yeah ... I suppose it’s pointless to ask if you have a razor I could borrow.”“Sorry, I don’t.” She stroked his cheek again. “I kind. . Hope and I, by ourselves... We tried that before Christmas and it didn't work. But with Marcus there it does."She gnawed on her lip a little under her mother's watchful gaze."What about you and Marcus? Was that working? Or is that why you had to invite Hope?" I don't know," Shawna whispered, drawing her knees up against her chest as she hugged herself on the couch. "I mean, it felt good, but... there was something missing. I don't know if it was... I don't know what it was, but Hope filled. They will be. You're going to live your fantasies out. More than you ever wanted to know." "But Dian... I mean Desi---" "What! Oh you just killed yourself, Henry Needmore. You are in so much trouble. Get out! Go to the guest room and don't come out until I tell you too" That was two days ago. He had fled and stayed there until this morning, afraid to leave, afraid of what might happen. He had hoped his wife would calm down, but she hadn't. Instead she had gone shopping apparently. His wife.