“Oh, nothing Miss Davidson, I gave Robbie a fright by accident. I’m sorry” “Are you ok Robbie?” Laura asks me.“I’m fine Miss Davidson, t...anks.” I nod to her.“Mmmm ok, well off you go” She waves Melody and myself away. “What was that about Melody?” I ask her as we walk away.“I was just” she looks down “wanting to know why she kept you back again?”“It’s not really your business Melody!” I say defensively.“I know I’m sorry!” “It’s cool, it’s nothing important anyway.” I try to deflect.“Don’t scare. “Please...” she whispered. Lucy said, “Damn she’s wet.” Hatch untied her wrists. Another set of hands freed her ankles. Hatch helped her stand, then pulled her close against his strong chest. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “It’s okay, baby. After tonight, all will be forgiven. You’ll be my good girl again.” Her head went into the crook of his shoulder and neck, and she cried, letting everything go. She felt safe and protected and cared for, like she always did after a hard spanking. He held. Back then, it was referred to as “abusing oneself”. I tried to stay busy and exercise to manage these urges, but when that did not work, masturbation (usually in conjunction with anal stimulation) became my “drug of choice”, as it were. I thought marriage would alleviate the need for this, and it did, for a while. But, compulsive, addictive behaviors are hard to break, and I found myself despairing over my lack of self-control. An even greater threat to my battered conscience was my growing. “I was thinking about the conversation and how you were worried about what she might do,” Jessica said.“And we agreed that I wasn’t responsible for what she did.”“The problem is, even though you SAY that’s the case, you’ll feel guilty if something goes wrong, and you’ll blame yourself. And then you’ll spend weeks or months or years trying to help her recover from that.”“Probably,” I admitted.“So I think we need to reevaluate the situation. I suppose the first question is could you do what Abbie.