Hi, I'm Linda; Susan and I have been reading what Mark has been writing. I don't mind him telling our story. He has of course changed all the names. I...would caution the readers, that while it sounds like it is all fun and games, it took real commitment on all our parts to make this work. But on the other hand, for someone like me who is bi-sexual, our arrangement is perfect. Again, this is more because of Mark and Susan, than anything I do. Mark has asked us both to write about our favourite. Her fucking father was going to kill our baby. When Corey woke up, I would never be able to greet her, hug her, hold her. If she woke up.The only thing keeping me sane was my own parents. They knew me, they understood what I was going through; I think. They brought my meals to my room. They let me be alone. They didn't try mind fucking me, treating me like I was a psycho child who needed to be handled in the upmost care.I swear that my mom could see straight through me. She asked me about. Why do you wear a dress?" she demanded to know."It's not a dress, Rani. It's the only clothes I'm allowed to wear here," he clarified, knowing that she would have trouble believing him."Why's that?" Because I work for Aunt Kat, just like your Mama does," he answered, somewhat amused by her interrogation."Why does she make you a dress?" It's not a dress. It's called a shift," he corrected her gently."Okay," she gave up for the moment, not entirely convinced, but tired of discussing it."I'm. I know I exploded quite a few nights and she sounded like there were orgasms on her end.She claimed her avatar was her and I knew mine was me, so we could visualize every moment as we typed merrily away to each other. But now there came a twist I wasn’t expecting.“How far from the Gulf are you, Jack?” she typed innocently during a chat.“Oh, about a quarter mile, why do you ask?” I replied, wondering how she knew about my proximity to the water. Did I screw up and inadvertently give up.