On the other hand, maybe you know more than you should."That had kind of a cryptic sound to it and I wondered what she was getting at. I hoped it wasn...t what I was feeling so guilty about.When she poured the coffee, she set out a container of cream and some kind of natural sweetener that didn't have any calories and wasn't supposed to affect your blood sugar. I'm not normally a coffee drinker but I liked it.As we sat across the table from each other, Mrs. James looked at me for a while without. . He....- He peak? He comming in your hand.- Uncle, stop! What a pain, got hours that make u look like an asshole, u know that?- Thought that I were the first? I thought u wanted me?- U're not the first one I've seen.... But I wanted... want....- Me?... Well?- Here, now?- Show me... Take it.... Let me see.... The blouse too.... - Just me? And you?- Is that all right?- Lift up and show... Take off... Niceeee....- Naughty.... Take.... Wanck...- U're very fat, hairy.... I don't like that. She must've found what she was looking for,because as she pulled down her spine, the impossibly smooth skin ofMarquess Dumont began to fall away. The man inside quickly removed hishands from the feminine petite ones of the Marquess. He let the nowempty top half of the incredibly crafted bodysuit fall away from historso.He reached onto his chest that had two perfectly round breast glued toit and quickly removed them. Then he walked over to the orange dress,and reached under the flaring bottom. Now look into my eyes and repeat after me: I’m a slut.”“I’m a slut,” echoes June robotically.“I have to be touched.”“I have to be touched.”“I have to be controlled.”“I have to be controlled.”What the fuck is going on? First of all, what is Reyna talking about? Second, why is June repeating her? I mean, I know June’s been hot and bothered all day. She wouldn’t stop showing off for me and gave me her number.Her number! I think about June’s number sitting in the pocket of my hoodie at the table..