I turned to her, and all I could see was an ocean of red. Not my veiled vision, but the ruby depths of her eyes. They were ever-changing, the truth of...the world somewhere in their bottomless reaches, a pleasure, a comfort, a surrender that felt like freedom. Oh, it was death, and I wanted to slip so serenely into its cold blackness. I flipped the switch, and my body changed. The craving left me immediately, and my mind came roaring back. For a moment, I surged into life with terror raging in my. There bags were gone. They had left.I ran downstairs still nude looking for somebody. On the dining room table I found a note and a video tape. The note from my folks simply said They would be back in a couple of hours. I picked up the tape. It was labeled CAROL'S INITIATION. My mind raced and I headed toward the VCR. I soon had it rolling and there we were drinking that strange wine. I watched fascinated as the previous night was repeated for me. I had my hand in my wet pussy soon and I came. "Georgie got a thoughtful look on her face. "Yes, I think we need a plan. We need to..."She stopped when she heard the sound of footsteps outside the wagon."Pssst. Rhoda" a female voice whispered."Yes" she whispered in response. "What is it?" Come out here and bring Georgette with you." was the reply.They quietly exited the wagon, being careful not to disturb the sleeping Adele. They climbed out the back in their nightgowns. Each had on slippers they'd brought from Missouri. Angela met them at. Joseph persisted. ‘You can call a cab, but you really ought to try someone you know you can trust, if you can.’ ‘I’ll, um, see if I can find anyone,’ Marsha said. ‘But I will make that appointment.’ She felt as if she were glowing when she said that. It made her feel strong, like she wasn’t the world’s biggest shut-in. Of course, when all was said and done, she would probably go back home and feel all the same anxieties and nothing would change for her, ever. ‘You do that,’ Dr. Joseph said..