To make sure, he made a note on the first page reminding himself of his plan.It was difficult. With every attempt to preserve a name, or indeed any me...ory, and Penn's mind would empty of it faster. He never let the book out of his sight, and kept on forgetting why there was a note in the front referring him to the back page. Somehow he kept this fragile chain of events going, and was continually reminded of those who had been lost. It seemed like the strange influence could not shield all. He loved to hear me tell him the stories of my sexual escapades. And that is how it all started. My husband (then my boyfriend) and I started role-playing fantasies he had always wished had happened to him, but sadly never did. Those fantasies began rather routine, i.e. me in costumes and outfits, me playing the stranger who lets him have her, etc. Eventually, those fantasies expanded to all sorts of fun role-playing, i.e. me letting strangers pick me up and have me in all sorts of settings. The dice were not kind to Robert and in the end he resigned himself to his fate. Robert had assumed that the games would start after dinner, but June had other ideas. She stood from the backgammon table, and taking Robert's hand in hers, led him outside, indicating to Cynthia with a quick glance that she was to follow. As they walked to the slave quarters June couldn't help letting Robert know that she remembered the last time that he had topped her. She intended to be especially cruel tonight.. I loved the sight of you in stockingsand a skirt and I loved to put makeup on your sweet face. We became a bitreclusive after your father died solely because we gave each other somuch joy together. I guess the final thing was whipping you with thatriding crop you bought. I didn't like it at first but then I gotincredibly turned on by it. I loved that I had such power over you andthat you would willingly suffer through whatever pain I inflicted on you.It put me in a sexual frenzy." My.