"Who are you? Why do you look exactly like me? What are you doing in myapartment?" Hang on a minute," I said, "I'm confused. This guy said a woman ...ascoming over soon to help me... did he mean you?" What guy? Answer my questions, or I'm calling the police." Questions. Right. Can you repeat them, please? I'm not very awake andI've had a bad day..." All right. Who are you? Why do you look exactly like me? And what areyou doing in my apartment?" OK, I can answer that. I'm Josh. I look. Literally, knowing Bonnie! She was a fucking nympho, not that the rest of us weren’t, too. Bonnie and Ryan had issues in their marriage, but she was still very much in love with the guy. Since they resolved their quarrels, and then contracted Schumacher Syndrome, well, she more than quadrupled her desire for her husband. Then again, everyone in our little tribe loved to fuck everyone else in it, and plenty of others on the side.We had work to do, and plenty of it, but there was something very. I accepted his offer reluctantly.It was only after hearing his “ground rules” that I realized what he actually wanted. He didn’t just want to have sex with me, he wanted to completely own me. He wanted me to be his property, to be used in any way he wanted, like a doll. I realized that not only did he want to use my body, he wanted to humiliate me. He demanded that I be naked at all times, that I call him Master, as well do anything that he ordered me to do without a second thought. This. “You really mean that?” she asked, not sure she believed it.I started walking again, drawing her along with me. “Why not?” I asked. “Obviously, we need to be intelligent about it, but you told me you were planning on drowning me in pussy when we got to California. It seems kind of childish to whine that you’re getting some too. I don’t think I approve of Zoe though. Not because she broke up with me though. Jeremy proves that she makes bad decisions and her trying to seduce you this morning.