"I love you both. No matter what happens, I love you both." Wide eyes looked back at her from both faces across the table. "Second, Tom, I haven't bee... completely open with you. When I was Carly's age, I had a lover. He taught me about physical love. You weren't my first." You never said I was," he said, suddenly. He was blinking rapidly. "I mean I knew you were my first, but I also knew I wasn't your first." You were my second," said Beth. "My first was ... my Uncle Bob."There. She'd said it.. I hop into the shower and lather myself with shower gel. My fingers linger on my breasts and quim. As I think about what will follow, I shiver slightly.I dry off and put on my makeup and dab a touch of perfume behind my ears and on my thighs. I select a black bra and black lace panties that I think she will like. Black stockings and a short black skirt, I think. A pink blouse and silver hoop earrings finish off my ensemble. I brush my hair and apply some deep red lipstick, just in time. I slid over the edge of the arroyo on my belly the way I had seen the actors do it many times on TV. Apparently, that was the proper way to act, because I collected another bullet fired in my direction. It went over my head, which was perfectly all right with me.This shooter also had to expose too much of his body to get off his shot at me with his rifle. That was what I needed, but this time my shot was a little high. As a result, this time the shooter lost his head. I could not have placed. Just please, Kevin, please..."Standing, he moved to the door."What are you doing?" I whined.He cocked his head. "Anything I want," he explained as he turned the knob.And a moment later, to my surprise, a figure appeared in the open doorway.Incredibly, Kevin stepped aside and motioned our visitor in. I followed my first impulse to cover myself, but this apparently violated the terms of my slavery. My "master" snatched the blanket away from me and flung it against the far wall. I watched it land.