I dried her off and ordered her into bed.I made her put her arms around my neck. You have to understand, the numero uno thing that an empath HAS to do...is please someone else, and so by forcing her to lie there and accept all the pleasure I was giving her, without being able to reciprocate, was something super-bittersweet. On top of all that, I told her that she was forbidden to touch me sexually in any way until after she'd been asleep for awhile. THAT really drove her mad! And so, I sucked and. If all goes well. The crowd is going to get to see me wear her bra. J gets no bra and a white oversize blouse.I know her bra will not clip around me so I brought some rubber bands to expand the bra hooks for me.The bartender asked about drinks with a big grin to J. J said wine. Big glasses? She nodded yes with a smile. He stopped to introduce himself. J seemed to like him.The hope for tonight..Nervous is not a strong enough word for this first time meet up with an internet guy. I hope this is. But there were too many "ifs" involved. And her Irish- Catholic upbringing repeatedly spoiled her attempted rationalizations. Rich was her husband's brother, and what she was doing was incestuous. Even when she squirmed with the sinful pleasure of it, it was still wrong.I just can't think about it now, she told herself. I won't think about it. If I think about it now, I'll go crazy. I'll think about it tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. I'll take a bath, and I'll think about it tomorrow. Tomorrow is time. Neither the Professor or his wife really had any thought that the authorities would come to their place to ask any questions anyway. Their concern was how Carletta was doing mentally from all this.As Olleda poured her cup with the brew and then leaned gave her a more motherly hug than anything consoling her in her time of need. The Professor was himself back to writing in that diary showing no emotion at all except buried in his thoughts of what he had to write down. So Carletta and Olleda.