The last two weekends showed that I didn't have to worry about that. I was going to ask you last weekend but, would you believe it, I got cold feet."S...e smiled fondly at him and squeezed his hand."It might not have mattered to you but it did to me. I needed you to say 'Yes' before making love to you." Why, darling? Lots of people do it without being engaged." I know but you are special. One person took advantage of you and seriously damaged you. I couldn't bear to think that I might ever be. Next time you'll stroke it. Then you'll kiss it. Thenyou'll let him put it right in your mouth. Then he's going to fuck you.And you'll like it. You're going to let him fuck you." Never." If not Rod, someone else. Steve, maybe. Because that's what we do. Andall the time, you'll be thinking what you have to do to attract theright man, and get him to fuck you in the way you want to be fucked. Youwill dress accordingly. Because that's what we do as well. How do youwant to be fucked? Do you want. On the second floor, halfway down the long hallway, where Miss. Stevenswas leading us, we both heard someone talking, there was the sound ofsewing machines working, and we heard what sounded like a bunch of littlekids having a good time."In there you two," Miss. Stevens said, pointing to the large room withthe open door on the left.We'd gone into the back of the room, which was full of girls. The girlswere all sitting at their desks, two to a desk, and there were about twodozen desks in the. .."—her eyes grew even wider—"do both of you?" She spoke loudly. I looked nervously around to see if anyone was paying attention. Fortunately, the music had kicked up again and everyone was dancing. I took a quick look over at Doug, and the expression on his face told me he was reading her body language. "Look Becca," I said, stepping closer to her, "You were really into me and we can have a good time and you like guys, so, I mean..." I smiled and took her hand. "Think of how much fun it could.