I was in heaven. Icontinued rubbing my clit. My other hand moved from vagina to breasts.The feeling was beyond anything I had experienced before as a ...an. Isuddenly felt a sweet sensation spread from my clit to my vagina. Itflooded my entire vagina and deeper within me. It was pure bliss. Ididn't want it to end. I let out a low moan. I heard a cry from thebedroom. That brought me back to earth. I realised Joanne. Was doing thesame thing. I just lay there for what seemed an eternity, but in. She didn't have time for this. When it stuck in a little she thought to herself "oh, good enough," and then flopped down on the bed. She had work to do. Rachel pulled off her tight skinny jeans, and pulled down her plain black panties. She lamented that these were the sexiest things her mother would let her buy. Rachel frequently referred to her mother as "the dinosaur," for although she was only 36, she had a sense of decency that would have felt right at home in old Salem. Her mother had had. I begged her forgiveness. She, in turn, explained why we could never be together again. She placed our child for adoption because she knew I would be relentless in my pursuit of them. She feared what that might mean for our daughter if her defenses weakened, if only for a moment. To get back together now, after the sacrifices she had to make, would be to admit she was wrong. That would mean her sacrifice was in vain. We cried together for our lost child. We cried for the loss of innocence. I. Dont know if Ill ever get over him. Occasionally if I smell or see or hear something that reminds me of him the pain explodes through me. Burning into every cell in my body. Devastating me. At these times I struggle to talk or move or think. Paralysed by despair. Maybe if Id done things differently wed still be together. ~~~~~ INTERIOR. BYRONS FLAT. BEDROOM. EVENING. 1989. RACHEL is 20 years old. BYRON moves towards her on the bed and kisses her cheek. She draws away from him. Shaking her.