Johnson drove into the driveway, I picked up my bag and went out to join him. He tried to be nonchalant as he greeted me, took my bag, and put it in t...e trunk, but he was almost vibrating with energy. He guided me to the passenger's door and opened it, but stopped me before I got in.He put a black, patent-leather collar around my neck as I stood in the bright sunlight of a June afternoon in my parent's driveway. Mother watched from the window. I wondered if anyone else saw me so willingly. “All we can do is pray, Nikki. She’s gotta come to the realization on her own. That’s what I did. It can happen to her.”“I know...” I sobbed. “Still hurts...” and a few more sobs.“Baby, we’re her for you,” Dan said. “And your mom, when she figures things out.”I sobbed a bit more, realized that what the loves in my life said was true. I kissed Mizz Donna’s cheek. “Cindy’s lucky...” I whispered in her ear.“Hon,” Mizz Donna said, “I’m lucky that I had that tiny bit of sense and I had Cindy and. The party went off! There was the usual hi-jinx around the pool and the occasional pairing up and brief disappearances as couples sneaked off to whatever room they felt offered some privacy. After an hour or two I decided that the kids were doing fine and retreated to my den hoping to catch up on some paperwork. I was busy reconciling the household accounts when Sally popped her head around the door. “Hiya sweetie, enjoying the party?” I asked. She ventured into the room wearing the skimpiest. Alex felt like she was being engulfed and could do nothing about it, the amount of mental pressure Kash’s movements were putting on her.What every single woman in Atlanta who had slept with Trent and Kash was finding is that their stamina was unrivaled compared to anything they had experienced in life. The pace was that of consistent pressure, something which made even some of the stronger women give in after breaking down. To go against sex addicts like Kash, a woman needed stamina to last.