And, no, your mother hasn’t forgotten how to cook.”He smiled wryly and continued, “Things have changed - they aren’t good - but why don’t yo... folks get settled, and we can talk after the others arrive. Pēteris, your original three rooms are open. Divide them up as you will. Robinblue and Tristan have the next room over - tell you why in a minute - and don’t worry, he sleeps on a pallet across the door.”In an afterthought, Hans added, “I’m sure you’ll all want baths after eating and catching up. Sometimes I wouldn’t let her make me cum. If I felt like this could be done better, I waited. If she upset me during the day I would make her drive in the backseat while I drove. If she was in the passenger seat with me I would be too tempted to pull the car over and spank her on the spot. The relationship got more and more aggressive. We would, sometimes, talk about the nature of the relationship. But mostly we just picked up on each other and went with it. She became slow when I commanded. Cassie was interested, she just hadn’t done much yet. She’d kissed a couple of guys and let one feel her boobs, but that was about it. She didn’t really have many chances to be alone with guys. Maybe she could find one at the concert while Pete was busy drooling over the guitars. She had on jeans, as low-cut as her parents would let her have, and a tank top. She had to wear a bra, her mother wouldn’t let her out of the house otherwise, but she had a plan about that, too.Pete grabbed Cassie by. It didn't seem to come from any one direction or single source but from everywhere. There were no colors other than black and white.The people I saw - or men I should say, they were all men - dark against the bright mist and other than broad physical proportions, featureless. They never spoke. However, as it may sound, when a man came up to me I could sense his emotions and my emotions would seem to synchronize with his.Let me try to explain. Remember, I said I felt detached. Somehow, I knew I.