She’d forgotten about her host. “Yes.”“That’s wonderful.” Joyce stood and stepped over next to the couch. “I could use your opinion on s...mething.” She held out her hand to Mallory.“I don’t think I’m up for tutoring Sam today.” Mallory reached out her left hand and felt Joyce’s warm fingers close around hers.“Don’t worry, it’s nothing like that.” Joyce looked down at the trembling woman’s hand. “What a pretty wedding ring. Is it vintage?”“Yes. 1930s.” Mallory felt herself being gently pulled to. I had her lie down on her bed, hooked the handcuffs to a hook I’d implanted at the head of the bed and got out some shaving cream and a disposable razor that I had used on my daughter and probably should have thrown away, but thought it would mean more to Terry if I didn’t. ?Terry, I’m going to remove all of your pubic hair now. You have been acting like a child for a long time now, so it’s only fitting that you look like one, as well.?She started pleading with me again, and I told her that,. He took every opportunity to let his hand brush against my thighs as we changed positions, which was beginning to turn me on. The small talk continued until the sexual tension could be felt by both of us and something needed to be said and never one to be shy in these situations, I simply commented that he was not to worry where he touched me, it was fine. With this he seemed to relax and smiled at me, as I moved his hand up my thigh, he began massaging the muscle all the way into my groin. . After 9/11, I found myself filled with anger at the Arab world for this cowardly attack on American soil. I remember watching videos shot around various countries in the Muslim world, from Pakistan to Lebanon, from Kuwait to Indonesia, showing Muslims cheering for the terrorists who killed thousands of Americans when they destroyed the Twin Towers. No lie, I was mad as hell, that’s why I joined the U.S. armed forces. I wanted revenge for the deaths of innocent Americans. I served in Afghanistan.