”“Is the book any good?”“It’s OK. I don’t think Martin is a very good writer, but the story is engaging enough that I can overlook that, a... least so far.”“So, about being penetrated repeatedly?” Jessica asked.“I think that can be arranged!”April 6, 1997, Chicago, Illinois“Want to make a wager, Elizabeth?” I asked just before the Sunday Rap Session.“Last time we did that, I was WAY off!” she said, shaking her head.“Times have changed. But we have to be a bit careful about how we handle this with. I look at her legs, her exposed breasts, her whole body, and sexual thoughts race through my head. Months ago, it would be nothing but fear and anger. But they drove out any feelings but sexual urges. They made me a horny slut. They made me ashamed to be a horny slut. They made my shame a turn on. The more I'm demeaned, the more I love it. I used to be dominant in bed, but they trained me, like Pavlov's dog."You urge to be fucked by anyone who will, anywhere they will," he said. "Not. "She glared at me and stood with her clinched fists on her hips. "How dare you break into my house, and who are you?" Madam, I am called Vilkatas. I am here because my family heard a terrible scream of pain and fear a short time ago. We heard it over our mental communication network which we though was sealed off to all but ourselves. When we heard the mental scream, we felt compelled to investigate. Can you tell me what happened?" Very well, under those circumstances, I guess that you should. "It should be just like whenever someone went after me. If you love me as much as I love you. There shouldn't be any danger of anyone coming between us. And number two, I'd lose. I can't compete with that guy, he has a big advantage." What about all of that shit you tell me about climbing mountains, or swimming seas for me?" she asked."He's richer than I am, he's bigger than I am," I said. "Hell, he's probably smarter than I am too. But none of those matter. I'd probably stupidly throw myself.