I had completed the finishing touches on turning my entire family ... and household, my inner circle, into absolute nymphomaniacs. Even Daryl, aka Arg...s, was now “hypersexual,” a term that society liked to throw around with the assumption that it was an unhealthy condition. But why, why was it considered unhealthy?Oh, yes, that was because society wanted to control and contain human sexuality, viewing it as a dangerous fire to be quenched before it spread like wildfire and incinerated. I was merciful, in my own way, and said, "Congratulations. You have correctly anticipated my decision. Tonight, I will take you, and make you my Pet. In fact, you will begin to serve me immediately. Remove your clothing. You will be nude today, and every day for the rest of your life, except when I instruct otherwise."Nilwint stripped immediately, and I gestured towards the clothes hamper when she looked around for a place to put her discarded clothing. She deposited the clothing, and returned. Emily took up residence in my mind. Obsession. I understood what it was, but I did not understand mine. She was so alive, and young, and lovely. So very, very compelling. I couldn't resist watching her as she sunbathed in our private backyard. I was a fifty year old professor, who had married her thirty-eight year old mother. This was the season of learning about ourselves. She stopped at my door one day and quietly knocked. "Come in, come in." Emily glided into my library in her bikini. She. They solved that worry in a hurry by turning the entire affair over to Mister Gaddington and his quartet of Estate Auctioning experts that picked her house clean in a single weekend. All she had left was a single old fashioned trunk that looked like some vaudeville joke hiding a murdered corpse inside. Of course, she still had her small valise with her jewelry and her second pair of teeth that she wore in an emergency when there was a problem. The absence of her “choppers” was the only thing.