It is for you after all.? My hand moved of its own volition yesI was stroking him enjoying the feel of his passion I was lost in theemotion his lips w...re fashioning in me. I had completely forgotten aboutViv, but that changed when I felt her sidle up behind me. Her lipssettled on the back of my neck and like drops of molten gold she kissedher way around and as I turned back to her our lips met in a fierypassion laden kiss. Yves wasn?t to be denied and he kissed her firmlyright beside me.Viv?s. "My poor sweet baby," she sighed, "Am I stupid for leaving you for a week?"I didn't respond, but I shifted a bit so I could hug her back. I tightly held onto her for a long time while she gently caressed me. Her touch soothed me, but as I stared off into the blackness of the night, unable to get back to sleep right away, I had my first real doubts about if I'd EVER be able to overcome this trauma, regardless of whether or not I had help.The plan was to leave the house in time to get Mom to the. That it what you shall be called in this 'relationship' I guess you could say. He sat on a chair in the middle of the room and beckoned me to the chair. I figured this man could react worse if I do not listen to him, with all these weird contraptions around the room so I followed him. He pulled me ontop of his knees and pulled my skirt up. "Now I am going to punish you" he whispered into my ear, "The more you move, the harder I'll spank your tight ass". I stared back petrified unable to. I think at that point Marilyn gave up on making me behave, and just focused on making me be polite.I continued talking, scheduling things when convenient. I was invited to appear on Meet the Press at the end of March, and Marilyn pushed me to go, simply to get me out of the house and out from underfoot while she recuperated. I drove down to Washington the night before and went through the same process as before and found myself in a panel discussion with three reporters on one side, and me and.