The situation seemed faintly ridiculous.Why was everyone still standing there instead of dusting themselves off andgetting on with things."No manners,... she heard Danielle whisper loudly to Stacey."Sorry--Genevieve," Mandy added quickly. Surrounded by these three tall girlsshe felt trapped."Well, as you didn't mean it, I forgive you," Genevieve said sweetly.Forgive me what? Mandy wondered. Nevertheless, she smiled back at Genevievewith a genuine sense of relief. This farcical situation would. Not even when Joe and his slave-girl moved her to a bed, and put the headphones of bliss on her. Even when they awoke her to feed her, she wasn’t really awake.Instead, she dreamed.She dreamed of the life that she was built for, the life that she was born for. She dreamed of how joyous it was to get to experience a life of freedom—true freedom. Freedom from making decisions, freedom from having to work. The freedom that only came with complete servitude.For three days and three nights, Alexis. "What are you grinning about?" you laugh."A gentleman would never share what I have on my mind right now." I dangle the words like bait."Try me," you challenges boldly. "Ok, but don't throw your drink in my face if you are offended." I don't offend easily." I was just looking at those beautiful wet lips of yours and wondering what it would be like to kiss them." That's offensive?" you say, as if disappointed my thoughts were so tame. Without a moment's notice, she plants a quick kiss on my lips. The two of them fucked at every opportunity. In the car. At the drive in movies. Parked in a dark, residential construction site. Even in the driveway of her house.Melody had an uncanny understanding about the sexual allure of wearing nylons. She taught Bill things about women's hosiery that he couldn't believe he didn't already know. When he told her about the kind of nylon stockings his mother wore that he liked, she knew immediately both what he was describing AND where to buy them!Because.