That's at least me. That's part of the real me. But all they wanted was the money. They heard pre-nuptial and they were out the door like they were on...fire." Her voice soft.This was the hurt that Jake worried about. The hurt that she buried out of sight even from her family."Jessie. I don't want your money. Those men were all stupid. Yet, I think of them as the best friends I never had. Because they left you all to me. Your money means nothing to me. I adore your body, I love your looks, and I. I ignored them. The hints became more like suggestions, and the suggestions more like interfering in my life.Still, I was silently enamored of her. My protests would have sounded hollow.Grampa L___ returned just before Thanksgiving, on schedule. Everyone was thrilled, and simultaneously busy with other concerns.Well, the Sunday evening after Thanksgiving, I finally acceded to my parents suggestions, and I called Cindy. I asked her if she'd like to go to the church social. She giggled and. She found a few interested women who seemed compatible. Then, Sarah introduced the idea to Peter. At first, he was hesitant, though the concept did arouse him. Peter did not want to ruin things with Sarah again. But with her urging, telling him that she was willing to be in a three-way with him and another woman, he jumped on the bandwagon.Over the next few months, they played with a number of other women. Peter asked Sarah if she would like to try an MFM, but she assured him she was. Those were the scum of the earth and you let them fuck you. You sucked their clicks." Allen's face was scarlet. His lips curled back odiously."Allen. Why? Why?" Sybil told me you were a little whore. She told me you fucked anything with legs. Now I know. Now I know." No! No!" Gwen screamed, burying her face in her hands and sobbing. "No."She didn't see Allen reach into his pocket and pull out the cord. She didn't feel him grab her hands and tie them to the headboard or lash her feet to the.