Nothing could touchme. I was under the influence. And these people were not killing me,but content to make fun of me, and one loved me as she preten...ed todominate me while another liked me while he pretended to pity me. Howcould this possibly turn out?"Open the others, girl," Donna said, interrupting my reverie.I did. I opened my new Covergirl mascara, the one with the gleamingpink case. Pink was obviously the theme tonight, Donna going all out tomock my girlish secrets with my favorite. He cleared his throat and his words came out in a rush.“I mean, I knew, in theory, these kinds of parties happen, but I’ve never really considered them before, and we have great sex, I’ve never felt there's anything lacking, but... I couldn’t help but think about it all afternoon, to be honest.”I was a little taken aback. He actually seemed to be considering it. Adam was not remotely controlling, but I knew that sharing me, with another man, at least, sat way outside his comfort zone. But I’d. I only ever saw them during my Saturday chores ever since my dad had started loaning them out for breeding purposes. I knew it was stupid, but the fact that they were getting regular sex from a real bitch sort of made me jealous. I forced myself not to think about that as I attached their leashes, though. I didn't want to start down that path again, the path to fucking them. My plan was to have Lee satisfy my sexual urges. I knew he would. I just had to put off my dirty, depraved thoughts long. I went to the liquor cabinet. Samantha was an amateur corn distiller, and made this rotgut corn whisky moonshine that tasted just like Fritos, actually. It was strong stuff, though.I poured myself a very generous tumbler of it, and sat down on one of the armchairs near the fire place. I got up again, still restless, and lit a fire. Then I sat down again, sipping the whiskey. I wish I could consult Rachel about how I felt. She was dead, I had lost her. My head was still whirring, even though the.