.. stop... hating me?" I started respecting you." You DID?!?!?" Yeah..." Nancy replied, "it started when the Doctor had you in the feeding chair, and ...ou were full of ice water." That was... horrible..." You were so... helpless..." Nancy continued, her eyes getting misty from the memory that was painful even for her, "it was... hard for me... to... hate you... after that..." I'd never... felt so... so... I don't know... helpless... or maybe... worthless... or something..." Tonya replied, her. And, I lay there, my belly against the cool leather of the horse, and allow her to do it. Without protest. Am I just becoming chronically obedient or trusting or secretly looking forward to my ordeal? If I am honest the answer is all of them. I am greedy for sensation! Like having the largest box of chocolates, but knowing someone else has to choose them and pass them to me.Ylena strokes the nape of my neck. That touch alone is almost enough to make me whimper. I sense that she realises that. Shaun stood up to look back. Tim was over to the left taking care of the flak guns there whilst Bill was heading for the right-hand side of the runway. “Ok, Titch, head for the planes,” he shouted above the noise.Titch drove down the side of the runway has the first sandbag aircraft emplacement came into view. The Perspex front of the aircraft dissolved into shards as Shaun and Cookie’s bullets tore it apart. Above the tearing sound of the Vickers Ks could be heard the slower boom, boom, boom. She kept limits on my time with her, wanting her independence more than emotional closeness.Because of our enduring and regular time together, I did learn a lot about her past. She was the only child of older parents who subscribed to the hippie lifestyle from the sixties. Her father and mother had an open sexual relationship. Mom discontinued birth control, thinking that her fertile time had ended. It hadn’t.Her mother’s common law husband was the most likely provider of sperm since they were.