." My dear young woman, you don't have to be afraid of me," Phelps said in a cultured, reassuring tone. "It's true, I followed you here. I wanted to s...e you again! I wanted to get to know you. I assure you, I'm quite harmless!" You just don't understand," Emma pleaded. "This is all my fault. I know how it must have seemed to you. At the store. I really don't blame you -- not at all! After what I did, why wouldn't you assume I was interested? But... I wasn't. I'm not -- interested.... In meeting. ’ ‘Good girl Ashley, and what about your husband?’ Jane asked. Her implanted behaviors were still new and she wanted to test Ashley to see if they had taken hold yet. ‘His cock is too small and doesn’t satisfy me at all Mistress,’ Ashley replied. That brought a smirk from Mistress Jane. ‘And whenever you do give me permission to fuck my husband it will be boring and unpleasant, like a chore Mistress,’ Ashley went on. Surpassing even Mistress Jane’s hopes. ‘Good girl,’ Mistress Jane said,. A lot of times those dreams seem to make me have to prove I'm still alive." Rick and Snowman had gotten more and more open with each other about their feelings about the war in the last few years. Talking about these dreams sometimes helped in easing the pain they caused. When they had their vivid dreams about the past and then talked about it with each other it was almost as if they were partaking of a sort of communion with those of their friends who had lost their lives. Snowman appeared. “Brandi, for years I could tell you have had a thing for black men. It’s not a shock, you have made it obvious for years.” “I have? You’re not upset?” “No. I think its very sexy how you get turned on when you are around them. Every time you visit me at a site and Chris or Kelvin or some of the other black men who work for me are there you get flirtatious and very excited. The men also show their attraction for you and it is a turn on.”“It is? Why didn’t you tell me?” Brandi asked. “I wanted to,.