I'm sure Laura explained that you can't stay." I nodded.Laura said, "Marie, I'm not staying either. I appreciate all the group has done for me but I a... happy with Paul and his, soon to be our, daughters. He is a gentle and gentlemanly man. I love him. Everyone, please be happy for me."I said, "I don't know any of you or what has been discussed in this room. I do know Laura's issue. I appreciate the caring that you have shown her. I look forward to spending many years doing my best to make her. Huge, dark, wide open, unblinking, they looked at me, her huge dark eyes looked into mine, and I looked back at her, my whole body as immobile as she was, for the whole time that my father and I stayed with the Bey, or so it seems to me in my memory.Even then I understood that the Bey had made her a token not so much of his power, but of his spiritual sublimity, his elevation above the profanities of common human needs — he could afford, without missing something, without thinking twice, on a. He didn’t want to become one of those middle aged men with a humongous gut that hung to his knees. Each day he would eat a small salad and soup, with water as his choice of beverage. His luxuries in life were a great dinner and a good beer every once in a while. Although he monitored his weight meticulously, he loved cooking and often tried out new recipes. Friday nights were reserved for dinner or a movie, or if he and his wife were feeling adventurous, a drink at the local bar. On weekends,. “There, now jerk off to those puppies.” I said holding the bottom of the curtain across my collar bone and waited. I heard a little movement but had no idea what he was really doing. I couldn’t believe it. He was really jerking off to my tits and I could slowly start to hear him slapping away. I started to lift my shower curtain veil to see if I could actually see him masturbating and he was definitely going to town. I kept lifting the veil and figured eventually he would see me trying to look.