While I massaged Melanie's back, I gave her a detailed description of my time with Patricia."Oh, my poor sister..." Melanie gave a deep sigh. "Are you...sure?" No, but I think I'm right. It's micro scarring, I think she'll be able to have children fine. I just got the strong impression that the scar lines were caused by a scraping..."Melanie shook her head. "I was just as horrible a sister to her as she was to me. I look back at my childhood and I'm ashamed of myself." Melanie, it's not your. He had been taking a longer time to let her in over the last month. She figured that was another sign of his growing boredom with her. She was simply going not have to try harder to please and interest him. Obviously she wasn't doing enough if he was tiring of her already. She racked her brain trying to come up with ways she could do more for Him or do things better. Maybe it was a lost cause, but she would certainly try to do more. She would give whatever she had left to give and then give. This Sunday morning it was time to use that against her again. We went up to her bedroom and stripped. While she pulled out a box of her sex toys I played with myself to keep it up, and I palmed a plastic ointment tube. This whole thing could fall apart. It could lose me a big donor. Well, life should be played on the edge. ‘Come here, sex-goddess. We’re going to play ‘The Master and His Slave Girl.” ‘You mean ‘The Queen and her Page.” She lay down beside me on the bed and tried to pull me down. ”“On that note,” I said, “we’ll adjourn until two weeks from today!”Everyone filtered out, though Becka, Abbie, Gaby, and Trish were talking at the side of the great room. Jorge and Henry came over to stand by Jessica and me.“Now, if we could just get everyone to hear the message we all heard today, life would be so much better,” Henry said.“Amen to that,” Jorge said. “Becka seems to have come a long way.”That was certainly true. And it made me consider Abbie’s idea in a serious way. I wasn’t.