C." Hechuckled a little. I tried holding the pen the right way, and mywriting was ugly, but you could sort of tell what it said. He told methat I w...s already scheduled with a physical therapist, who would helpme work on getting my penmanship up, but a sloppy signature would be okon this document; no one but them would ever need to see it. I did mybest to sign it, feeling confident that it would mean they'd have noreason to kill me.After that, I got taken for my first meeting with Dr. Baker.. Maybe something they've always dreamed about, but never thought they would see. Needing to touch themselves because of a burning desire building inside, a voyeuristic obsession so strong they can't look away." A wicked smile appeared on my stepmom's face, one filled with lust and arousal. An excitement permeated the room. A long-repressed exhibitionist fighting to break free. Could I actually go through with this? "So many possible voyeurs getting turned on by our naughty display, just waiting. She was dressed in expensive clothing. Carl didn't know Women's fashion, but he did know quality. Those might be real diamonds in her ears. "Great Sherri, thanks for taking a look at this, I do appreciate it." figuring a little encouragement might go a long way. This cheerful and polite Sherri was preferable to the sullen and withdrawn Sherri he had overseen for three years. "I'm going to Kansas City this afternoon, I should be back Wednesday after I meet with the people at Baker Construction. Uh, Bill, I need to do something. Sunny’s making inappropriate advances...”I kissed him again, just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. Fluke? My toes curled.“The opinions would swing between ‘Are you freakin’ CRAZY?!?’ and ‘You lucky sumbitch... ‘“ and he put a hand behind my back and pulled me against him.“Tell me I’m not crazy.”“We both are.”“Sunny ... we can stop. I’m a weirdo. I can’t do this stuff and not think it means something...”“It means something,” I said. “It means I’m being kissed in.